C26 CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

MY shoulder and then yanking the blanket. “Time to go.”

“Wait, Miss Chase ”

I pause only long enough to shoot the coldest glare of my life over my shoulder. It seems to convey everything I can’t say in the moment—step off, get the fuck away from my son—because Mr. Yale immediately holds up his hands and starts backing away. “Have a nice day.”

He resumes his jog along the path