The Price of Her Indifference

clock on the wall was a hammer blow to my frayed nerves. I paced back and forth,

re since we arrived. Each call went straight to voicemail. She was ignoring me, deli

nwelcome sound. I pulled it out, hoping it w

cation from a s

. The image that loaded felt like a phys

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howroom, his arm slung casually around Sophia' s shoulders. Behind them, gleaming under the lights, were two brand-new

nasty fall. A little scratch a small price to pay for two new rides!

s only ten

g. She had bought him two cars-worth more than the house I grew up in-as an

chair and collapsed into it, my head in my hands. The ph

eanor Miller, Sophia' s grandmother, swept in, her face etched with

harp with anxiety. "We came as soon a

I just looked up at

ympathy that her granddaughter was incapable of. She rus

hia' s call was so frantic, she just s

d laugh. "An accident? S

ght in the eye. The time for politeness,

need to leave. I need to take Lily and g

what are you talking about? We

I' ve ever done. But her own mother... her own mother left her to die

looked at me, her brow furrowed. "Ethan, you

idn' t know I possessed. I held up my phone, my hand

s right now. This is how much

ned from her face. Her expression shifted from concern to confusion, then to a dawning, horr

hia to my own ravaged face, and in that mome