Hailey’s dad grumbles, his arms crossed like he’s too good for this place. “I told her I needed to use the bathroom,” he continues. “She’s off with one of her little friends.”
“Good.” Hailey’s mom waves a hand, dismissive. “That gives us time.”
My stomach knots tighter as I inch closer, careful not to make a sound.
“Did you talk to her about…” Hailey’s mom trails off, lowering her voice.
“No,” Hailey’s dad snaps. “What’s the point? She wouldn’t understand. She doesn’t need to know. We’ll get the payment at departing time, and we’re out of here. No need to complicate things.”
Hailey’s mom frowns. “You think that girl will follow through?”
“Yes. It looks like she hates her enough,” Hailey’s dad says with a sneer.
My mind races. She hates her enough? What—or who, rather, are they talki
