LEXI
Ward’s fists slammed against the door so hard I thought the hinges might snap. Each bang rattled through me, shaking the walls, and my mind spun.
“Open this f*****g door!” he roared, his words slurred and rage dripping from every syllable. “Where’s my money, you bastard?” My breath came in shallow gasps as I asked myself what he was talking about.
“What are you talking about?” Mrs. Lane’s voice rose, shaky but trying to sound calm. “My money!” Ward bellowed, followed by his boot crashing against my door.
The wood groaned under the impact. “That f*****g thief stole it!” My stomach dropped. “River!” he spat the name like poison. “I’ve been wondering where he got all those nice clothes! Thought I wouldn’t notice, huh? You f*****g piece of s**t!”
“No-no, that doesn’t make sense,”
