“Please, just trust me.” The actual pleading that she can hear in her own words seems to fill the car, along with a stifling silence. She keeps her eyes on Hannah, anxiety ratcheting up with each moment that Hannah’s steely gaze is on her, measuring. Finally, she breaks. “I’m trying to.” Her voice is so soft, but Caroline’s heart aches at hearing the words. Hannah plays with the bracelet on her wrist as she bites her lip. “But I’m still upset with you. So, I’m going to get Abbie and go home for the night. You don’t have to watch her Saturday.”
