LOGINWhen I look up, Lillyâs glaring at me. âWhat the hell is going on, Noah?âI exhale, rubbing the bridge of my nose. âThe police were here earlier. They told us someoneâs been trying to kill Sierra.âHer jaw drops. âWhat?ââThey found out her brakes were tampered with. And the equipment that almost cr
The sound of the flatline drills into my skull like a blade. I canât move. I canât breathe. All I can do is stare as the doctors keep pressing those damn paddles to her chest, shouting numbers, shouting for life.âCome on, Sierra,â I whisper. âCome on.âThis canât be happening.This canât be happeni
Noah.Iâm standing in the underground parking, running my hands through my hair for what feels like the hundredth time. The air is cold down here, but itâs nothing compared to the storm inside my chest.Her words keep replaying in my head relentlessly. They're like daggers, piercing my heart over an
The silence that follows Noahâs exit is deafening. The door slams shut, and the echo seems to vibrate through my bones, each thud of my heart louder than the last. The air conditioner hums, but even that feels too loud in the emptiness heâs left behind.I drag in a trembling breath, pressing my hand
âYou want motive?â I say, my voice trembling with restrained fury. âHow about wanting the baby gone? She told me to get rid of my baby, Noah. She threatened me. Said if I didnât, Iâd regret it. Isnât that motive enough?âMy voice cracks, but I press on, the words spilling before I can stop them. âIf
âNothing,â I say finally. âIâve been shopping there for years and nothing stood out.âThe two officers exchange another glance.âWhatâs that look for?â Noah asks, his tone edged with suspicion.Mark turns his gaze to me. âYou said youâve been going there for years, right?ââYes.ââThen itâs highly l







