Chapter Twelve.

Amelia’s POV.

I slid into the car, the weight of my memories pressing down on me. As the car pulled away from the school, I couldn't help but think about the night my parents died. I blamed myself, wondering if things would have been different if I hadn't insisted on celebrating my birthday that night.

If only they hadn't been driving me home when the drunk driver hit us. If only, if only… I let out a groan, my grip on the steering hardened.

Flashback.

It's a chilly night, and the rain is pouring down outside the car windows, which are rolled up tight to keep out the weather. The wipers are going back and forth, smearing the raindrops across the glass. Inside the car, the heater is blowing warm air, and the radio is playing softly in the background.

My parents were chatting and laughing, until my mom's favorite song started playing on the radio. She immediately started singing along happily.

I sat in the back seat, sketching with the new brush my father had given me for my birthday