My heart pounded. My feet raced. I plowed through the darkness. Adrenaline pumped up in my chest while anger erupted in my head. I felt sick to my stomach. I feared it would come to this, but because of Corin? How could I have been made responsible for Corin? I wasn’t her mother.
I rewound the whole situation in my head. The way Paula towered over me. Her contorted face so close to mine. Fear grew in me again. I knew this kind of fear too well. My mother instilled it in me. The hair on my neck stood up.
How could Corin do this to me? Had she told tales about me? Had her parents noticed something long before I did but didn’t address it with their daughter? Why didn’t they give me the benefit of the doubt, or better yet let Corin take responsibility for her actions? I guess it was easier t
