Kate's POV
I walked out of the restaurant and just kept walking.
No direction. I just knew I wasn't going back to the house I shared with Ronald, and I wasn't going to the apartment the Voss brothers had stashed me in for this "business trip." I had no idea where I needed to go to make the rage in my chest settle into something I could live with.
My feet moved on their own. Three blocks in, I realized I hadn't taken a real breath since I looked up and saw Thomas sitting across that opened lunch box.
Mom is going to die anyway.
I had said it. Out loud. Repeated one of the cruelest things Thomas had ever thrown at me, loud enough that the couple at the next table stopped chewing.
I pressed my palm hard against my sternum, as if I could shove the words back inside my ribs. As if I could
