Chapter 13

Her pulse pounded, anger clawing its way back to the surface. She knew who would pull such a stunt, who would think locking her in her room was the solution to silencing her. Her father. Or perhaps that woman downstairs, the one who dared call herself her soon-to-be stepmother.

Mia’s fingers curled into fists as she stepped back from the door, glaring at it as though sheer willpower could make it open.

The tightness in her chest grew heavier, frustration mixing with fury as ...