LENA’S POV The car door slams and Dante floors it before I even have my seatbelt on. I’m shaking and it feels like my bones are trying to crawl out of my skin. “God. God please. God, please don’t let them…” “Hey.” Dante’s hand comes across the console. “Breathe, Lena.” I jerk away from him. “Don’t touch me,” I manage to say through my sobs. All I can think about is how distant I’ve been from my family. I’ve avoided my mom for weeks even though she’s tried to fix our relationship. I even chose him over her, over the woman who birthed me. God, I’m so stupid. I should’ve looked past her mistakes and just forgiven. “Fuck,” I choke. “I said I didn’t need her anymore.” Tears are pouring now and I can’t stop them. “What if I never get to see her again?” “You will,” Dante says, “They’re okay. Ricardo said crews got there fast.” “You don’t know that!” I yell. “You don’t know anything! You weren’t there! You don’t get to tell me it’ll be okay!” His hands grip the w
آخر تحديث : 2026-08-16
