Chapter 17: CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

TRISHA'S POV Hendrix tried to comfort me, but my heart was pounding too fast, my mind too clouded with years of buried anger and pain. His hand on my shoulder felt warm, grounding, but I couldn’t stay still any longer. I wiped my tears roughly and marched toward the front door. “Trish, wait….” Hendrix called after me, but I didn’t stop. My hand slammed against the door, pushing it open with more force than I intended. My mother turned around from where she stood near the table,...