POV: Chloe
The city blurred past the car windows, all streetlights and wet pavement, and I sat with my hands pressed flat against my thighs and told myself that the tightness in my chest was just shock. Just adrenaline.
Just the reasonable physiological response of someone who had received bad news twenty minutes ago at a banquet and was currently being driven at speed toward a hospital.
It had nothing to do with the fact that it was Ethan. That I’d been the one trying to end things. That somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice I refused to listen to was asking very quietly whether this was connected to that conversation in the car, the breakup.
I pressed my hands harder against my thighs. Tristan glanced over from the driver’s seat. Once. Twice. Then, at a red light, he reached ac
