Chapter Twenty Seven
Mirabelle's POV:
As we pulled away from the house, the sound of the engine filled the car. Noah's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white.
"Are you okay?" I asked. He had just told me everything that happened with his father a few minutes ago, but he had left out how it all made him feel.
I could feel the anger emanating from him, as he spoke. "He says that I am just like him." He said. I glanced over at him, trying to read his expression, ...
