Jason’s POV
I still remember the day so vividly. I wasn’t there to stop Cole from scarring Brooke, from kissing Kate, or from lunging at Milo. I wasn’t there when Milo shoveled him or when Kate shot him. But I was there.
I was there, and I didn’t call the cops.
I helped them bury the damn body.
It was the bad guy thing to do.
I should have left sooner that day. Even five minutes could have changed everything. I could have pinned Cole to the ground, could have stopped Kate from pulling the trigger, and maybe, then, everything would be different. Maybe, then, we wouldn’t have had to run. Maybe we could have kept those lives—those blissful, ignorant teenage lives where I was with Brooke and we never even had to deal with Milo.
But is that what I want—blissful ignorance? Some people do.
