“Enough talking!” he says in a raised voice. “This is all your fault. Zoey was discarded and punished horribly because of you. She doesn’t deserve that.”
“And I deserve this?” I question, spreading my arms out wide. “I don’t want to be here.”
“That’s what they all say,” he mutters, turning to look out the window. “But you’re different. Alek allows you this…freedom, and I don’t understand why.”
“Freedom?” I scoff, unable to contain my anger. “Is this what you call freedom? Being here against my own will? I will happily, happily leave. Just give me an out and I’m gone.”
He doesn’t entertain me further. We travel the rest of the journey in silence.
I’ve become accustomed to traveling in the darkness. Like a thief in the night, that’s how I live my life these days. We drive out of the cit
