Lines to Cross

VALERIE

The drive to my mother's house was a blur of anger and determination, my knuckles white against the steering wheel as Bianca's words replayed in my head like a broken record.

Silas is cheating on me. I am two months pregnant. I could not shake the image of Bianca's tear-streaked face, the way her hands had trembled as she spoke, the desperation in her voice when she talked about the