Riley's POV

My phone buzzed with incoming texts. Photo after photo flooded my screen, each one a knife to my heart.

Me sleeping in my car, Lily curled against my chest.

Me begging outside a restaurant, tears streaming down my face.

Me digging through a dumpster behind a grocery store, looking for expired food.

"No," I whispered. My legs gave out. I slumped against the window, the phone trembling in my hands.

"Oh yes," Victoria said. Her laughter was crystal clear. "Quite the collection, don't ...