Tabitha’s POV

I barely notice the motion of the vehicle as it carries us from the track to somewhere else entirely. Andrew sits beside me quietly while I try to process everything. One moment I’m at the track watching my stepbrothers getting carted out to an ambulance, and the next moment, I’m being ushered into a private yacht. The doors close, the staff step back, and suddenly I realize we are inside.

I look around. The yacht rocks gently as it leaves the shore. The music from the orchestra just a few meters away from our table swells softly, a slow romantic rhythm that feels almost cruel against the chaos...