Tabitha’s POV

The car ride to the hospital feels unreal. I sit in the back seat, wedged between my thoughts as I stare out the window without really seeing anything. It feels like I am floating—dreaming with my eyes wide open.

And it’s not a very good dream. It's almost like I haven’t truly woken up from the nightmare I had just a few minutes ago.

Even as my thoughts tear me apart, I notice the way the brothers keep watching me. Luca, who is driving this time, glances at me through the rearview mirror every now and then, like he is afraid I might suddenly lose it and fling...