Zoe's POV
The idea of visiting Margaret Ross at the detention center should have terrified me.
It should have been the hardest thing waiting for me.
The woman who might have had a hand in destroying my family.
The woman who had smiled at me like I was her daughter while, according to Chloe, carrying secrets heavy enough to bury lives.
Anyone would have dreaded that visit.
But strangely...
That wasn't what frightened me most.
What terrified me was something much smaller.
Something that should have been simple.
Sharing a bedroom with my own sister.
Every morning I woke up before Chloe, my body still trapped in the habit I'd built over months at the Ross house. I'd lie still for a while, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling of Garrett's apartment, listening to the distant hum of traffic filtering through the half-open window.
Then I'd hear movement.
A bedsheet rustling.
Soft footsteps.
The bathroom door clicking shut.
Water running.
