Kendrick's POV
The walls of the house felt like they were closing in on me.
My breath became sharp and uneven as I staggered back from my mother's door, the echo of her words ringing like a curse in my head.
"Christy must not…"
No…. No, I must have misheard because I couldn't just bring myself to believe that my mother was such a person.
Why would she be plotting against Christy's life?
My hands trembled as I pressed them into my hair, gripping tightly like I could force the thoughts out of my head.
"She… she wouldn't… She can't," I whispered to myself.
But the memory of her cold and sinister voice wouldn't leave me.
Confusion, disbelief, and fury tangled inside me until I couldn't breathe and my chest felt extremely tight and painful.
I had to get out.
I had to leave before I lost my mind completely.
I stormed down the hall, ignoring the laughter echoing faintly from the sitting room.
