I held the phone, hesitating for a few seconds, wondering what Jace wanted.Lena raised an eyebrow, silently urging me to answer."Rea," came Jace's voice."What's up?" My tone stayed cold, guarded.Even though things were over with Hayden, there was zero chance I'd go back to Jace. Every time he reached out, my walls shot up on instinct."I'm back," he said, like he'd just returned from some epic quest."Yeah, I know." Wayne had already told me.Jace paused. "Can we meet? If you don't want to meet alone, we can do it at my parents' house. They really miss you."I pictured Matthew and Lindey, the way they'd always been there for me, the airport pick-ups, the family dinners. Of course, they'd be worried."I have some things I need to tell you," Jace added when I stayed quiet. "It's about Steve... and it involves Hayden, too."My breath hitched. Hayden and I were done; anything related to him shouldn't even matter anymore.But that thought didn't last. Against my better judgme
"Who was at the door just now?" Lena asked, clearly trying to dodge any convo that might bring me down."Tanya," I said, tugging the curtains open to see rain starting to patter outside. "Last time, she wanted to talk 'collaboration.' Today, she was all chatty again. I ignored her.""Her kid's set to be discharged in a month," Lena said, meaning Tanya's preemie. "The baby's actually doing well, but she hasn't visited even once."I thought back to the last time I saw that tiny baby. "All she cares about is money. If Jace got custody, she'd be clinging to him so fast it'd make your head spin.""What could she possibly want to 'collaborate' with you on?""No clue, but whatever it is, I'm not buying it. She's just... drama on two legs. Best to keep my distance," I said, not budging.Lena stretched and got up. "You're right. Less contact, the better. But let's be real—if she's set on getting to you, she's not gonna back off after one or two brush-offs."She laughed, heading to the ba
"It's raining outside. Can't you talk here?" Lindey muttered, but one look from Matthew shut her up."Mom, didn't you say you were going to make gnocchi? Let me help," Wayne finally spoke up, breaking the tension.I didn't respond, just got up and followed Jace to the door, where he was waiting with an umbrella.Honestly, if he wanted privacy, there were a dozen rooms in the house. No real reason to head out into a downpour. But clearly, he had his reasons, so I didn't ask."You cold? Need a jacket?" he offered, sounding unexpectedly thoughtful.I couldn't deny that he'd been more considerate since our breakup. But it was too late for that."No, I'm good." I took the umbrella from him and stepped into the rain.Jace fell into step beside me, quiet for a beat. "Remember the last time we walked together in the rain like this?"Of course I remembered. It was about a year ago, when Seavora had been half-flooded from days of nonstop rain. Some streets were so submerged they were bas
I glanced down, noticing his soaked shoes. "Then how'd Hayden pull it off?""No clue. And nobody else seems to know, either." Jace tilted his umbrella up a bit, meeting my eyes."So, you thought I'd know? That you could get answers from me?"Jace held steady under my sharp stare. "I know you don't."He held my gaze for a beat before looking away. "He's deliberately keeping it under wraps. But I did hear something.""What?""Word is that the boss at Quartz Cue got... well, 'dealt with.' Not sure if it's true." He sounded hesitant, but I got what he was hinting at."You think Hayden was involved?"Jace was quiet for a second. "Maybe. But Quartz Cue is huge in Houston. Their boss isn't the kind of guy you just... handle."The way he said it, I could tell he'd tried to meet this Quartz Cue boss himself—and failed."I don't know how Hayden helped Steve. And he never gave me a chance to ask."Just then, a gust of wind sent a raindrop splashing against my cheek, cold and sharp. It
It was Cedric Sawyer, the police officer.We'd set up a meeting before, and now he was calling, probably to arrange it.I used to feel this rush of excitement at the idea of finally finding out the truth about my parents' accident. But somewhere along the way, that excitement turned into a weird, uneasy feeling—like that nervous flutter you get coming back home after a long time away.I glanced at Jace, who immediately stepped back, catching on. I walked a few steps away before answering. "Officer Sawyer.""Are you free to meet right now?"I looked around at the heavy rain pouring down. Definitely not the best day for a meeting. But since he'd picked today, it had to be important. I took a steadying breath. "Alright. Where?"As I got ready to leave, Lindey's disappointed face tugged at me—she'd just made gnocchi, and I hadn't even tasted it yet."Come back soon, and I'll make it for you again," she said, trying to sound cheerful.I promised her and drove out of the Johnston res
"You can't change the past; just hold onto the people you've got now."I knew what he was getting at, and it hit a nerve. If this report on my parents' accident pointed to someone still around... he was basically telling me not to let it mess things up with the people who'd actually been good to me."Yeah, I get it," I nodded. "I've thought about it a lot, especially over the past few months."It wasn't just talk. I'd spent so much time with that contract I found in my dad's notebook, going over every theory, every suspicion, struggling to make sense of it. And somehow, I'd finally started to accept some of it."Looks like making you wait wasn't for nothing," Cedric said, like he'd been expecting this. Now I understood why he'd been so cryptic, dropping hints but never giving me the full story.He reached into his pocket, pulling out an envelope, but he didn't hand it over just yet. "You know Hayden Hart, right?"My heart skipped. Hayden and I had dug into his dad's death too, se
"Hayden!"I grabbed his arm, my voice barely steady. He looked down, his eyes meeting mine, and for a second, I couldn't get the words out. My lips trembled, but he understood.Just as the knot in my throat tightened, he murmured, low and rough, "We need an answer."With that, he gently slid my hand off his arm, took the envelope, and opened it.His movements were quick, almost like he was afraid if he slowed down, I might stop him.Inside, a few lines were scrawled on yellowed paper, but I couldn't bring myself to look. Hayden read each word, carefully, his face set. When he was done, he glanced at Cedric, as if asking for confirmation.Cedric nodded, his voice low. "I knew what this report meant, which is why I had it double-checked. Three independent repair shops examined everything, and their findings are in there too."Hayden reached in and pulled out additional sheets. Each document was as aged as the first, but all of them bore signatures and official stamps.This was re
"I'll make it up to you for what my father did."The words felt like a dull knife twisting in my chest. I looked straight at him. "Hayden, are you really just accepting this?"Haven't you been digging into this the whole time?"Is this all you found—that your father tampered with the brakes and caused my parents' deaths?"We'd suspected it might be true, but he'd promised me answers, promised me closure.And now, instead of giving me that, he was just... accepting this inconclusive report. Even the police couldn't say it for sure.Was this some kind of brush-off? Or did he just want me to hate him, to resent him because of his dad?He didn't look at me, didn't say a word.The bitterness tightened in my chest as I thought about how easily he'd pushed me away. "Hayden... did you already know about this? Is that why you broke up with me over what happened in Houston? Was it just an excuse?""No," he said firmly.My eyes wavered.He looked down, watching the raindrops splatter o