LAINE

I’ve NEVER RUN SO FAST in my life. My feet barely touch the floor as I pound the beachfront, my heart in my throat as I realize what I’ve done. What she’s done.

I’m out of breath as I see his car in the distance, but I still keep running, and then I see him, and he’s running too.

I slam into his body and wrap my arms around his neck and I want to tell him how sorry I am but no words will come.

“What, Laine?! What is it? What’s going on?” His hands are in my hair, on my cheeks, checking me all over, and his...