Before We Were US
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That wasn’t nearly as reassuring as she thought it was. In fact, because Isla being Isla was the exact reason why I was completely terrified right now.
The realization sat heavily in my chest, when the wooden, weather-beaten sign for Sunset Bay finally appeared in the headlights, my heart leaped into my throat. Shane swung the sedan onto the gravel turnout, the stones crunching loudly beneath the tires.
The car rolled to a complete stop, for a second, I couldn’t move. The door handle stayed unlatched. A sudden, terrifying thought stopped me cold: What if I’m too late? What if sorry is just a word that doesn't mean anything anymore after everything ?