Devyn hadn’t bothered to come see me at all last night, and it stung like a b***h.
After all the s**t I went through because of her, I had been hoping she would come check on me or something.
Matteo came to see me in the morning and allowed me one phone call because he claimed to feel bad for my bruised face. I would have been a lot happier about an opportunity to talk to my mom if her voice hadn’t sounded so odd.
From the moment she picked up, I knew something was wrong.
“What is it?” I asked for the fourth time, ignoring Matteo’s curious gaze on me.
Mom sighed. “There is something I need to tell you about, my donya. Do you think you can come home this weekend?”
I pushed aside the panic that flared through me at her words. It must have been something relat……
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