Chapter 18

Astrid’s POV

By the time we got home, my insides were still coiling with infuriation . Lunch had been torture. Sitting across from Mr. Dave, forcing a smile, feeling Rhett’s eyes on me every time I muttered some excuse to leave–it had all been suffocating. The whole damn visit had been suffocating.

Now, back in my room, I paced like a caged animal. The irritation bubbled until I clicked my phone screen and connected Talia’s call again. Her face filled the screen, ...