"I just want to leave," I said, my voice barely a whisper. The fight in me was gone. I felt hollow, emptied out, nothing left but a dull ache.
Callum's mother tilted her head, her smile almost sympathetic. "It's not safe out there, especially not tonight."
My jaw clenched, frustration bubbling beneath my skin. "I don't care. I need to get out of here."
"I'll have a sentinel drive you home tomorrow," she said, her tone gentle but firm, as though she was speaking to a child who didn't know any better. "It's far too dangerous to leave now."
"I have school tomorrow," I shot back, trying to hold onto some sense of normalcy, as if mentioning school could somehow anchor me to the life I used to know.
She nodded, almost indulgently. "So does my son. I'll make sure you leave fairly early then,
