Freya’s P.O.V

Was it just me, or why did it feel like something bad happened that night?

I couldn’t shake that odd feeling that a lot of things went wrong that night. And right now, I didn't know if I was just overthinking things or being paranoid.

Thorne and Enzo had carefully assessed the footage, checking every corner and area around the racetrack, but they had found nothing. Not even a shadow.

My attempt to remember how I had collapsed in the garage failed. I wanted to settle with the fact that Enzo and Thorne’s suspiciousness was the reason I was on the very edge.

But deep inside of me,...