Chains of the Family

Third Person's POV

Wren met Torin’s furious gaze with cold, unflinching defiance. The heavy silence in the car pressed down on them, thick with the aftermath of his challenge. He expected her to cower. He expected the old Wren to shrink back against the leather seat, drop her eyes, and apologize for existing.

Not anymore.

"I've already lost everything," Wren said. Her voice lacked any tremble