RIVER
Mrs. Wilson’s voice shook with rage as she pointed across the room. “Actually, no! It’s not River’s fault that Lexi lies here with a broken hand,” she snapped as she continued towards my mother. “It’s your fault for choosing that monster you call a husband over your own son!”
My heart sank for Mom, who flinched at the words, her lips trembling and hands clasped in front of her as though she were praying. “I-I’m sorry,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “How is Lexi-”
But Mrs. Wilson cut her off before she could even finish. “No! You don't get to do that! Don’t you dare stand there and pretend you care. Stay away from my daughter. Do you hear me? And tell your son to do the same!”
Her voice rose higher, breaking into a scream that rattled every nerve in me. And my h
