Soon, she filled the top page of the notepad with chemical equations and doodles of molecules. Toria couldn’t afford to let her fears overwhelm her. If she distracted part of her brain with things free of emotion, maybe the rest of it wouldn’t leave her sobbing into her eggs.
Hugh would be concerned she hadn’t come home last night, but she could apologize later for making him worry. Victory probably wouldn’t give a s**t.
Her pencil skittered over the edge of the paper. That wasn’t fair. Her mother had followed her into the past and searched the city for her. Toria’s frustration stemmed from the way Victory didn’t trust her analysis of the situation. Victory was a smart woman, but this time travel thing was so far out of both of their realms of experience.
So why the hell couldn’t Victor
