“What— what are you doing here?” Whitney quivered her lips at her, feeling a lump in her throat. “I mean, how… How did you find me?”

Brooklyn sneered, her eyes glaring at Whitney as she took a step forward, brushing her shoulders against hers roughly.

“Where’s my daughter?” Brooklyn fired at her, ushering herself inside the apartment. “Where’s Hazel?”

Whitney threw on a confused expression, her eyebrows arching as she folded her arms across her chest, gazing at ...