Helena blinked again, trying to wake up her mind. Igor's alcohol always seemed like a good idea at first, one that she usually regretted later. For days.

When the lights of another vehicle beamed at her, she grabbed the steering wheel and swiftly returned to her lane.

“Wow, dude, are you trying to kill us?!” Shawn shrieked and grabbed the handle of the door over the passenger seat.

“Nah, we'll be fine,” Helena dismissed him but couldn't deny she was still shaking at the close call.

“Helly, you need to get a hold of yourself. I know it hurts, but you have to move on. Keiran's not here anymore. But...