The call ended, but the engine roared, and tires sped through the glistening city streets. Hazel leaned forward, her gaze lingered on Fiona, whose head rested lightly against the window.
Hazel tapped her gently.
"Are you alright?"
"Mmm."
The response was barely audible as she refused to show her face.
Inside, however, her thoughts were a storm.
'Fallyn, why are you giving me more reason to hate you? I have been trying so hard, trying to believe that maybe this life would be different, thinking maybe… just maybe you'd change in this life.'
A bitter laugh tugged at the corner of her lip.
"But you seem to be the same… not the same but worse than my past life. Did I not notice this then, or was I just too blind or a fool to notice she despised me?'
A painful lump formed in her throat.
