AMANDA'S POV:
Hazel stared at me from across the car, her brows knitting together in that way she did when she was trying to challenge me without actually starting a fight.
“I don’t get it.” She said, leaning back on the chair. “Why is going to the Square such a bad idea? It’s just… shopping.”
I pressed my lips together, my hands busy fiddling with the wheels I’d been tightening for the past few minutes.
“Because, Hazel…” I sighed. “You might run into someone you know and then they’ll start asking questions you don’t want to answer. Or worse, you’ll hear people gossiping about you like you’re not even there.”
Her expression softened but she didn’t back down. “Mandy, I can’t keep running away. If I’m going to live here again, I have to get used to it.”
I shook my head. “That’s easier
