Warning: This chapter contains domestic violence content

(Zoe POV)

I stand frozen in the hallway. My face burns where she hit me.

My mother stares at me. Waiting for an answer I can't give.

When I don't speak, her expression darkens.

"Nothing to say?" Her voice is cold. "Of course not. Because you know I'm right."

She grabs my arm again. Her grip is iron.

"You need to learn your place."

Before I can react, she yanks me forward. Hard.

I ...