Chapter Ninety

OPHELIA

The next few hours were a blur. I remembered getting out of the car and into Nicholas's plane but refusing to sit next to him, and then I also remembered trying to sleep for an hour or so, but I gave up since I was beginning to wake up every ten minutes or so from horrific nightmares.

Although this time it wasn't me in the car crash but Rianne, and all I could do was watch her death play out in front of my eyes over and over again.

Now I was sitting with my head resting on the cool airplane window as Nicholas slept peacefully on the other side of the plane. We still hadn't exchanged a word since earlier, probably because neither of us even knew what to say. I didn't want to talk, and all he wanted to do was talk.

He desperately wanted me to forgive him, but I was not ready to hear all of his excuses yet. Maybe after I made sure Rianne was okay and all of this blew over, I would let him explain himself, but even then I still had to decide whether I could move past this.

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