At 2 P.M., I Walked Into My Parents’ Backyard Expecting To Pick Up My 8-

now. Not ever.”

Her gaze drifted down to her own hands, wrapped in light bandages. Her fingers twitched, and a tiny wince crossed her face.

“They said it was my punishment,” she murmured. “Because I wasn’t nice enough.”

I bit down on the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted iron.

“Who said that?” Ethan asked gently, pulling his chair closer.

“Grandma and continue reading …