(Jayden)I sit in the room next to where Winona is, anxiety clawing at my insides. Gordon and Daniel, our lawyers, stand beside me, their faces etched with concern. A couple of commanding officers are here too, their presence adding an air of gravity to the situation. We see Winona on the screen, her expression a mix of determination and fear.Steve insisted he talk to her alone and in private. Winona sits in the small, sterile room, her back straight, her face a mask of steely resolve. My heart aches for her. She’s been through so much, and now she has to face the man she hates more than anyone in the world. Steve Halley, her father.The door to the interview room opens, and Steve shuffles in, his wrists and ankles shackled. An officer escorts him, attaches his shackles to the bolted-down seat, and leaves again. Steve’s stare, cold and calculating, lands on Winona, and a slow, sinister smile spreads across his face. I grip the edge of the table in front of me, anger boiling insid
(Winona)What’s going on? They’ve taken Steve off again and I don’t know if he’s said enough yet. But the officers said nothing, just that it was over.I’m being led out of the police interview room. My mind is racing, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Do they have enough on him? Did I do enough? Every second with him in there was torture.His smug face, the way he taunted me—it’s all burned into my mind. But did we get what we needed? My head is aching, the uncertainty gnawing at me. Whatever is happening now must be important. Maybe the Judge decided something else, and the trial is going ahead sooner than Abby’s operation in three weeks.Gordon is waiting in the hallway. His presence a comfort. “What’s happening?” I ask, my voice more panicked than I intended. The anxiety bubbling inside me is threatening to overflow.Gordon walks beside me, his expression grave. “Winona, I need to tell you something,” he says, his voice low and cautious, as if preparing me for another blow.“
(Ashlyn)I will my hands not to shake as I hold the gun and my mind is clear. This is the only way to end this once and for all. Winona stands there with Gordon Brown and Jayden, and all I can think about is how she’s ruined everything.Jayden should be mine. He was always supposed to be mine. This is all her fault. Jayden should be here beside me. Worried about me.I take a deep breath, steadying myself. The gun feels good in my hand. I don’t care what happens after this. If I can’t have Jayden, she won’t have him either. She won’t have anything but death. I’m done with the games, the lies. This ends now.Winona’s eyes widen when she sees me. For a split second, our eyes lock, and I see her fear. Good. She should be afraid. She’s taken everything from me. I hate her.Without another thought, I pull the trigger.The gunshot cracks through the air, making my ears ring, and everything happens in slow motion yet it’s micro-seconds. I see Jayden move, throwing himself in front of Winona
(Jayden)The pain is blinding, shooting through my chest like exploding fireballs. I can hear everything, the chaos, the shouts, but I can’t move, can’t open my eyes. Everything’s a blur of sounds and sensations, a whirlwind that I can’t escape.The cold ground beneath me, the frantic voices around me—it’s all too much. The searing pain in my chest is worth it. I saved Winona. That’s all that matters.Memories start to flood my mind, crashing over me in waves.Graduation day, Winona’s smile brighter than the sun as I hand her the necklace. “For congratulations,” I’d said, and she’d promised me three wishes. There’s still one wish left to get.That moment, the happiness in her eyes, a lifetime ago. The way her face lit up when she finally accepted the necklace, the way she hugged me so tight, like she never wanted to let go.Prom night, Winona and I dancing like the world was ours, her laughter music to my ears. In college, together with Lance and Lisa, inseparable friends. The late-
(Winona)The paramedics load Jayden into the ambulance, their movements quick and precise. Their faces are grim as they work to stabilize him. The bleeding has stopped, but he’s lost so much blood.I think most of it is on me, soaked in my clothes, making my hands sticky. I don’t care about the mess, though. I only care about him, lying there so still and pale.“Please, let me ride with him,” I beg one of the paramedics, my voice trembling and desperate. “I need to be with him. He needs to know I’m here for him.”“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the paramedic replies, his tone gentle but firm, like he’s used to delivering bad news. “We need all the space we can get to work on him. It’s critical. Every second counts.”My heart is being ripped out of my chest as they shut the ambulance doors. “But he took the bullet for me,” I whisper, tears streaming down my face. “I can’t let him go alone. He can’t be alone.”The paramedic’s eyes soften, showing a flicker of empathy. “We’ll take good care of him,
(Winona)Gordon drives like a man on a mission, weaving through traffic with the kind of precision that only comes from years of experience.My mind races just as fast as the car, thoughts colliding in a jumbled mess.Every red light feels like an eternity. Every second feels like a lifetime.“We’re almost there,” Gordon says, his voice steady but strained.I nod, my hands trembling and my heart pounding. The fear of losing Jayden is suffocating, and panic rises in my chest.As we pull into the hospital parking lot, I can see the flashing lights of the ambulance. My heart skips a beat. Gordon parks the car, and I scramble out, almost tripping in my haste to get inside.We rush through the entrance of emergency, my eyes darting around frantically.“Jayden Brennan. They just brought him in by ambulance.”The nurse at the desk takes one look at me and points toward the emergency room. “You can wait in there. Dr. Green is with him now. Someone will speak with you shortly,” she says, her t
(Winona)“You look awful,” Judy says bluntly from the doorway.I jumped because I didn’t expect her to follow me up here. I thought she’d be hovering down in emergency for more news on Jayden.“Let’s get you in that shower.” She takes Gordon’s coat off my shoulders.“I want to get all this blood off me,” I admit, my voice breaking. The last thing I want to do is be this vulnerable in front of Judy, but I’m just so broken I can’t put up any sort of emotional shield right now.Judy surprises me by touching my hand gently. “Go take a shower. I’ll stay here and wait for news. I’ll have some clothes brought in for you immediately.”Her kindness catches me off guard. I search her eyes for any hint of ulterior motives but find only genuine concern. “Okay,” I say, hesitant but grateful. “Thank you.”She nods, squeezing my hand briefly before letting go. “We’re both here for Jayden. He needs us both to be strong.”I nod and head towards the bathroom, my legs feeling like they might give out at
(Winona)Dr. Green steps out into the hospital room, his expression a blend of exhaustion and gravity. I brace myself for the worst news.“Dr. Green, how is he?” Judy’s voice is barely more than a whisper laced with desperation and fear.He takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine with a look that says it all. “Jayden is critical right now. He’s lost a lot of blood. We performed emergency surgery to remove the bullet. He coded twice on the table, but we were able to stabilize him. But if there’d been a third time, we’d have lost him.”The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Judy gasps, her hand flying to her mouth.Dr. Green continues, “The bullet lodged up behind his heart, luckily. The angle he was on saved him but there’s extensive lung and artery damage”“Is he... is he going to get through this?” I manage to ask, my voice trembling.Dr. Green hesitates, glancing between us. “I honestly don’t know. He’s in an induced coma. It’s a standard procedure to give his body a chance to