KINGSLEY
I came out of the house dressed for school, just to see Harper’s mom leaning into the window of the car designated to drive me to school and speaking to the driver.
The sight of her was more than enough to sour my morning, but I equally knew that whatever she was telling him would further ruin it. Still, I marched towards the car and once she saw me about to open the back door, she straightened and faced me.
“How was your night, sweetheart?” the fact that she had Harper’s eyes annoyed me more than necessary.
“Fine,” I murmured and opened the door, eager to get away from her.
However, I froze in place when I saw Harper seated at the other end of the back seat with her head buried in a book. I wanted to break the car door and crush the car into unrecognizable bits because her m
