“Get in.”

No explanation.

No argument allowed.

The drive stretched too long.

The roads grew emptier.

Trees swallowed the light.

“Where are we going?” Lily asked.

“Quiet,” Diana snapped.

Forty minutes later, she stopped.

No houses.

No people.

Just road.

Rain.

And silence.

“Out.”

Lily blinked. “What?”

“I said get out.”

She yanked Noah from the car, threw him into the mud.

Lily rushed to him.

“Please,” she begged. “We’ll be good. We won’t eat. Just don’t leave us—”

Diana opened the trunk, tossed their backpacks into the rain.

“I don’t want you,” she said flatly. “I never did.”

Noah sobbed.

“We’ll be quiet, please—”

“I married your father for money,” she cut in. “You were just… extra.”

Then she got back into the car.

Lily grabbed the door—

“Please!”

Click.

Locked.

Diana stared at her through the glass.

Empty.

Then drove off.