Chapter 85: In the Middle of It

ANNABEL

"Mother, where are we going to?"

I asked, watching her fingers tap nervously against her phone screen as she ordered the uber. Something felt wrong about the direction we were heading. Max was already sleeping, his small body curled against the window after what had been a hell of a day for all of us.

"We have someone waiting for us."

My mother's voice was too controlled, too careful. I wanted to push her for more but the exhaustion weighing on my ...