Reed
The wait was the worst part.
I sat on the edge of the bed, bouncing my leg anxiously, staring at the clock on the wall like I could will it to move faster.
Rayne had gone to that bitch's house.
To see their daughter.
And I hated it.
I hated sitting here helpless, not knowing what was happening. It twisted my stomach into knots, made my skin feel too tight for my body.
But there wasn’t much I could do at the moment.
Not yet.
Soon, I promised myself.
I was still coming up with a plan — something perfect, something flawless that would get rid of the problem once and for all.
And when I enacted it, it would be final.
Amber wouldn’t even know what hit her.
I clenched my fists so hard the bones cracked.
I needed to distract myself before I lost my mind.
Grabbing my phone, I opened a shopping app, aimlessly scrolling through page after page of random crap—kitchen gadgets, wireless earbuds, luxury sneakers, designer watches.
I wasn’t really seeing any of it. My mind was too full of Rayne,
