Her Return, His Regret
Daisyhe calls me his wife but we're not marriedmy husband who hates me has lost his memories
I help Snow out but not before throwing an awful glare at Jordan.
“Get the fuck out of this house. And remember, drop the keys!
Knox walks ahead of us and pulls the backdoor of his car open.
I help Snow in first, then I climb right after, fingers shaking, adrenaline still spiking in my bloodstream.
She leans into me, my hand moving into her hair on reflex.
Knox rounds the car, slides into the driver's seat, shuts the door, and drives off.
We drive in silence.
Or rather, Knox drive in silence while Snow sobs with her face pressed into me.