Chapter 43

Cora POV

We drove back home in complete silence.

The kind of silence that pressed against your ears, heavy and uncomfortable—so quiet that if a pin dropped, we would hear the sound echo. Teagan kept his eyes on the road, his grip on the steering wheel tight, knuckles pale. I knew he was holding a lot back, just like I was.

I wasn’t in the mood to talk.

Not when my chest still burned with anger.

Mrs. Hart’s face kept replaying in my mind—her words, her tone, the way she ...