Tense.
Sharp.
Then she sighs.
Like I’m the difficult one.
“Hadley, I will not have my own child speak to me like this. We’ll talk when we get there,” she says.
And hangs up.
I stare at my phone.
Fuming.
Shaking.
Trying to figure out how the hell I got here.
Again.
“Hey—”
I look up.
Jessica and Kylie come rushing in, both of them slightly out of breath, eyes wide.
And suddenly—my mood shifts.
Because something’s wrong.
“What happened?” I ask immediately.
Jessica exchanges a look with Kylie. Then, she looks back at me.
“It’s Rob.”
My heart drops.
“What about him?”
Kylie steps forward.
“The Neta has him,” she says. “He’s being held.”
The world tilts.
Just slightly.
“What do you mean—held?”
Jessica exhales.
“He shifted this morning,” she says. “Lost control. The Honor Guard had to step in.”
My stomach twists.
Hard.
