After Mr. Hawthorne took her on as a student, her focus gradually shifted, and she faded out of the racing scene.
Danielle smiled. "Is there really any point in trying to beat them at their own game?"
"There's no point at all," Kirsten replied with a smirk. "Dogs and people walk different roads, you know. You're not even in the same league."
Whenever Kirsten opened her mouth, she always had a way of mocking people.
Danielle laughed at that. "Weren't we going to have a drink? I'll join you."
—
Raffy waited at school until after nine that evening before Alexander and Millie finally came to pick him up.
Neither of them expected Danielle would actually be so heartless as to leave him stranded there. If the teacher hadn't called to remind them, they wouldn't have even known Raffy was still at school, hungry and alone.
"That was way out of line," Millie said, frowning. "I don't care how angry she is—taking it out on a child is just wrong. What's a four-year-old supposed to understand about any of this?"
Raffy clung to Millie, his eyes wide and pleading. "Miss Millie, you're the best. You have to help me get justice."
Alexander frowned and pulled out his phone, dialing Danielle's number.
But the call was cut off after just a few rings.
Danielle didn't even have to think to know what the call was about—he'd only be calling to ask why she hadn't picked up Raffy.
After she declined his call, Alexander's expression grew even colder.
When they got back to the house, Alexander looked at Millie. "The competition is next week. Don't get distracted by other people's problems."
Millie knew exactly who he meant by "other people."
"I know," she replied softly. "I just feel bad for Raffy…"
"I'll talk to her about it when I get a chance," Alexander said.
—
During this time, Danielle ignored all of Alexander's calls and didn't even bother to read his texts.
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