Sophia’s P.O.V

“I don’t want to go home!” Tara screamed from the backseat, her voice sharp enough to slice through my already frayed nerves.

“Me neither!” Sara snapped, arms crossed, face scrunched in anger. “You’re the worst, Mom! This is all your fault!”

I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white as they went on.

“You never listen to us!” Tara yelled again, kicking the back of my seat. “You just ruin ...