Chapter 23. Good Girl

Wren POV

My mom, I signed. They're vitamins.

"They're not vitamins."

She's given them to me since I was six.

He went so still that the kitchen clock suddenly sounded very loud.

"Since you were six," he repeated.

I nodded.

"Every day?"

Every morning. With breakfast.

"For fourteen years."

I didn't like the way he was saying it. Slow and quiet and terrible, like a man reading out a list of injuries.

They're vitamins, I signed again, harder. I was a sickly kid. I caught everything. The doctor said—

"Which doctor?"

I opened my mouth. Closed it. I didn't know. I'd never met a doctor about the vitamins. Mom had just always had them. A new bottle every month, from a pharmacy two states away, because it was "the good kind."

Silas put the bottle down on the counter ver