Salvatore’s POV

The series of events in a couple of hours my fogged brain couldn’t process the images before my eyes. A car speeding dangerously ran into her. Blood spilled from her lips, the crack of her head as she laid in a pool of her blood. People ran out to the scene before they could take their camera out. I took my black jacket to cover her face before carrying her in bridal style, depositing her body into the car and slid into the driver seat.

Every single part of my body and soul is torn, fear strings my every breath. What if… I can’t think about it.

“Let...