(LIAM'S POV)
On day two I woke to screaming downstairs. Real screaming this time.
I crept to the top of the stairs and heard Mom's voice—shaking with fury I'd never heard from her in my life.
"I'm going to the school to find Mason and bring him home! You can't stop me this time!"
Dad's reply was a roar. "The hell I can't! You stay right where you are, woman!"
The next thing I knew, the sound of a slap cracked through the house like a gunshot. I froze on the stairs. When I finally made it to the kitchen, Mom was holding her cheek, eyes blazing with something new and dangerous. She didn't cry like she always did. She didn't cower either. She just picked up her purse, held it tighter, and walked out the door without another word. Her car engine roared to life and she was gone.
