TAYLOR

The ride back to the house was too quiet. I wanted to tell River that I was not angry, but could barely believe it myself. It felt like she had ripped my heart out of my chest, and I could barely understand why it felt that way. It made sense if she did not want her father to know I was her roommate; after all, I was not exactly a model student.

I was more the kind where the uptight mums would turn their noses up and shake their heads at me while secretly warning their children to stay ...