Verena

The past twenty-four hours had been nothing short of chaotic for me. Ranging from whispering silent prayers in my heart—hoping Kian doesn’t die—to being forced to take a breath test because the officer believed this was a drunk-driving incident. 

To have to suffer through listening to Kian’s parents' accusations about me intentionally hitting Kian with my car because I wanted to get back at him. 

I didn’t even bother defending myself. Trying to reason with them was like talking to a brick wall. 

Emily stayed by my side, quietly holding me together as I broke down on a video call with Daxton—who had dropped everything and was on his...