HAYLEY’S P.O.V

I stared at her for a moment.

If anything, I was actually proud of the fact that she came all this way to ask that her mother’s charges be dropped. It was a ballsy thing to do, especially for a fourteen year old and that was the only thing that kept me listening to her.

“You don’t understand how these things work,” dad began but she shot him a bored look.

“I’m fourteen, I know how things work. I heard what she did, I know she ...