MILLIE'S POV
I stood frozen on the pavement, watching Sabrina being dragged away. Her words kept replaying in my mind, each repetition making my chest tighter.
Your mother got exactly what she deserved.
"Millie." Braham's voice cut through the fog. His hand was on my shoulder, warm and grounding. "Let's get in the car."
I let him guide me to the passenger seat. My legs felt weak, my hands trembling as I buckled my seatbelt. In the back, Leo was watching me with worried eyes.
"Mama?" His small voice was uncertain. "What's happening? Why was that lady yelling?"
"Nothing, baby." I forced a smile, reaching back to squeeze his hand. "That lady was just upset. Everything's okay now."
"But you look sad."
Kids. They saw too much.
"Mama's just tired, sweetheart. But I'm okay. I promise."
