"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
This time, no tears. It felt like I'd run out—or maybe it was something deeper, finally settling in.I'd accepted it: Hayden and I were done.On the drive back, rain came down hard, like it was trying to drown the whole city. I don't know if I was zoned out or if the roads were just slick, but I didn't hit the brakes in time and bumped the car in front of me.The rain was so intense that neither of us even bothered getting out to check. We just called the police and stayed in our cars.By the time the police and insurance showed up, the rain had finally eased. I stepped out of the car, and so did the other driver—and we both froze when we saw each other."If I'd known it was you, I wouldn't have dragged the cops out in this weather," she said, annoyed, and I could see the young traffic cop roll his eyes."You two know each other?" he asked. "You want to settle it privately or go official?"."Officially," I said."Privately," Sasha snapped, right at the same time.The cop sighe
Milly sure knew how to work her charm. I scooped her up and carried her over to the car Sasha had called.On the way, I used my phone to order her a little birthday gift. Even if Milly insisted she didn't need anything, I still wanted to do something special for her.Sasha and Milly lived in Seavora's most exclusive neighborhood, and when we walked inside, the place was decked out with balloons, toys, and garlands everywhere."Thorsten set all this up," Sasha said.Looking around at all the decorations, I couldn't help but say, "He really does care about her.""Of course," she replied. "But a child doesn't need all this. And..." She glanced over at Milly, then leaned closer. "Milly's getting older, and people always assume Thorsten's her grandfather. She's started resenting him for it."Considering his age, it wasn't surprising people made that mistake. But honestly, who could blame Milly for feeling awkward?Milly tugged me to her playroom, begging me to play with her, and with
Sasha looked different—angry, like she was holding back something big. It was honestly kinda scary to see her like this.I swallowed. "If you hate him this much, and you know what he's done... then why...?"I left the question hanging. I didn't know what she'd even want out of this anymore.The bitterness in Sasha's voice said it all. That kind of anger—you'd think she'd have walked away before bringing a child into it. A kid would only tie her closer to Thorsten, making it nearly impossible to get away. And yet, she'd still had Milly.Sasha caught my thoughts, sighing. "You're wondering why I kept her, right?"I nodded, glancing over at Milly playing innocently across the room. "If things really fall apart between you two... what about her? She's done nothing wrong."Sasha's face twisted as she downed her wine, pain flashing through her eyes. "You think I wanted to have her?"I felt this ache in my chest, watching her."When I was just a few weeks along, he forced a doctor to
I barely managed to get out before Sasha raised her hand, cutting me off and gesturing toward Milly. "She's just... lucky."I blinked, lost. Sasha raised an eyebrow. "You're totally confused, aren't you?""It's... kind of a lot," I admitted.Sasha let out a dry laugh. "Thorsten and his wife had this terrible car accident once. He almost didn't make it, and she was in a coma for, like, ten days—maybe two weeks. We all thought she was done for. But then she woke up."Sasha shook her head like she couldn't even believe the story herself. "And when she woke up, she told everyone she'd dreamed about a little girl—a young girl standing in front of some kind of saint or angel. This girl offered her a 'magic pill' that would save her life."I raised an eyebrow. "And... then what?""Right after she woke up, I found out I was pregnant. She made Thorsten take me to get my blood tested immediately. She said if it was a girl, I could keep it. If it was a boy... well, I'd have to end the pregn
The accident she described—Was it the same one that killed my parents?So, Hayden's father... he was paid off?!Shock twisted inside me, but I forced myself to stay calm. I looked at Sasha, trying to keep my voice steady. "Who told you this? Is there any proof?"She didn't notice my agitation, just shook her head. "I don't know. It's just something people whisper. Anyone close to him is too scared to say it out loud. If Thorsten caught wind of it, they wouldn't live to see another day.""Could you... find out more?" I asked, barely able to hold it together.Sasha turned, finally sensing something was off, and gave me a curious smile. "Why are you so interested?"I hesitated, staring at her, wondering if she could handle the truth. But then I decided she deserved it. "Because those people... they were my parents. And that driver was my ex's father."Her eyes widened.I grabbed her arm, my grip tight. "That's why I need to know if it's true. I need evidence."Her false lashes fl
"Keira, can you come to the library? I have something to tell you," Yuna asked over the phone.Could I really handle more tonight?"Maybe another day. I'm a bit tired," I replied, hoping she'd let it go.She hesitated, and I felt a flicker of guilt. "Is it important?" I asked, almost against my will."Yeah, it is," she said softly, almost unsure. "Keira, I can come to you if that's easier."Great, now she was determined.Maybe she'd found out about Hayden and me, and this was her intervention."Yuna—""Just send me your address, so I can grab a cab," she cut in, and I could hear her gathering her things in the background.I looked out at the downpour, biting back a sigh. Getting a cab right now was impossible, and the last thing she needed after her transplant was to risk getting sick.Even though Hayden and I had split, I couldn't just abandon her. Not until she had someone else to lean on."Never mind," I said, resigned. "I'll come to you.""Okay, I'll wait," she replied,
Yuna's eyes went red, soft and vulnerable—a total contrast to how I'd ever dealt with feelings.With both Jace and Hayden, I'd always been upfront, no games, no second-guessing.But Yuna? She was cautious, showing just enough to hint at her feelings, then pulling back, like she was scared to give too much away.Seeing her like this, I softened. "Did he say something that hurt you?"She shook her head, barely. "He didn't reject me outright, but ever since I told him... he hasn't come back here once."Ouch. That was still rejection.It was obvious Wade's heart was still stuck on Narelle."How many days has it been?" I asked, drumming my fingers lightly on the table."Three," she said, eyes misting up. "Honestly... I regret it. I regret telling him."I frowned. "Why? Are you unsure how you feel?""No." Her nose turned pink as she held back tears. "I really like him. I just wish I hadn't said it... because now he won't even look at me."She dropped her gaze, nervously picking at