The call with Daniel should have made me feel better. Instead it left me angry, furious, actually.I sat inside the taxi staring out the window while the city lights blurred past.One thought kept repeating itself, Victor.What exactly did Daniel mean?My fingers tightened around my phone.Daniel sounded convinced, certain, like he knew something, like he knew Victor had been involved somehow. In what??And how?I squeezed my eyes shut. Mom.The answer always came back to Mom.She worried about me so much that she could barely let me breathe.I knew she had people checking on me before, she never admitted it directly, but I wasn't stupid, I noticed things, the timing of her calls, the way she somehow knew where I had been, the questions that were a little too specific.I had ignored it because fighting about it never changed anything, now I wasn't so sure.My phone suddenly lit up, MOM CALLING.I stared at the screen, the call kept ringing.Usually I would ignore it, tonight I didn't,
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