ROWEN

I barely remembered the drive home. The roads were a blur—just streaks of light and horn-blasts I couldn’t care less about. My hands gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

My pulse was hammering, my vision was clouded with every fucking image of Rowen and Elora that had wormed its way into my head.

I could still hear her laugh in the back of my skull, the soft one she gave him, not the one she used to give me. That laugh used to belong to me.

By the time I pulled into the underground garage of my apartment complex, I felt like...