His brow furrows.
I don’t give a shit what he says about me. What bothers me is the way he speaks about Nova in front of her. The kid already has issues and to pretend they don’t exist and then further amplify them is just plain cruel.
I slam the door shut and buckle my seatbelt while he puts the car in drive and hightails us out of Spring Valley.
I don’t know whether there aren’t any child therapists in Breckenridge or if he prefers to drive farther from town so that no one would know his business.
The drive is silent, and I glance behind me at Nova. She’s preoccupied with her giraffe. Her lips are moving, but she isn’t saying anything aloud.
The moment she realizes I’m watching her, she shuts her lips.
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Nova is hiding something.
As far as I’m concerned, so is Moreno.
The whole fricking Ricci family is drowning in secrets.
I don’t want to drown too.
I want to be set free, but I feel like I know too much, and he’ll never let me go.