Hazel's POV
I finally opened the door and fixed my gaze on her. "You said my parents were thrown into prison along with yours. When exactly did this happen?" I asked, my voice laced with worry.
"It was three days ago," she explained. "At first, I wanted to reach you, but you'd already disappeared, and I doubted you wanted to be found. So I had to wait until Liam wasn't watching my every move before sneaking out to tell you." Her eyes locked onto mine as she stepped closer.
"So, did my parents send you here? Is that why you came?" My tone was sharp, though beneath it, I could hear the waver of uncertainty in my own voice. "If that's the case, don't bother. I'm not concerned about what happens to them. This is what they deserve for treating their daughter like an outcast."
But the redness burning my eyes betrayed me. She could see it—my voice, my expression, everything was giving me away. I quickly turned aside, trying to hide, but she took another step forward.
