Alex's Mom Confront Her

I do the walk of shame down the street, putting a safe distance between me and the house. But not before Lana sees me from her mother's car parked a few blocks away from their bungalow.

She presses her face against the glass, huge hazel eyes like her father's, and follows my shameful movements. I can't stand her innocence. It makes the shame burn more acrid.

Thankfully, the street is quiet. It is not a rich neighborhood per se, but it is comfortable with its simple bungalows and family-friendly apartments. Well tended lawns and colorful front porch gardens.

I feel sorely out of place as I trudge down the smooth, paved street in Zane's oversized shirt, and the hem of my dress pulled down to act as a makeshift skirt. I am shaking, and it is not from the weather.

This kind of low is foreign territory to me. I can't believe what just happened in there. Every time I remember the anger in Daisy's face when she lunged at me, fully intending to hurt me physically, a chill runs down my spine