“Janice Horne had been dealt with and so has her son.” She brushes her hair over her shoulder and smiles. “Everything is going to go on, according to plan.”
I look down at the ring Conner put on my finger this morning.
Not his ring.
Jeremy’s.
Don’t worry. You got what you came for and, in a few weeks, you’ll get to go home.
You can pretend I never happened.
I don’t want to.
I want to stay.
But I can’t leave Jeremy and Gregg to clean up my mess. My mother is my responsibility.
My mother gives me a rare, approving smile.
I don’t have to tell her she’s won.
She already knows.