Chapter 27 Seriously Mom??

My mother was holding a phone. And smiling.

Not her real smile. The one she used on strangers. The one that meant nothing.

"Ivy," she said. "Get out of the truck."

I didn't move. My hands were frozen on the steering wheel.

"Now."

I got out. My legs were shaking.

"Why?"

She tilted her head. "W...

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