CHAPTER 20

A Star for Bright

Jade’s POV

A Year Later

“Yo, bitch! Keep that thing quiet, would’ya?! We’re trying to get some damn sleep!”

The boss lady’s voice cracked through the stale prison air like a whip, filled with venom and exhaustion.

Bright wouldn’t stop crying. Again. My heart raced as I rocked him, whispering sweet nothings I hoped would soothe him.

“I’m sorry,” I pleaded gently, but my apology was met with a pillow flung straight at my head.

“Don’t be sorry! Just shut that thing up! Geez!” she hissed, pulling a thin blanket over her ears, her face twisted in annoyance.

The harder I tried, the louder Bright cried, his tiny face scrunched up in discomfort, his small fists clenched in fear.

“That kid is losing it!” she snapped, lifting another object—this time a plastic cup—aiming right at him.

“Hey!”

Stella intercepted the throw just in time, shielding me and Bright like a mother bear.