Chapter 44: Bittersweet Memories
(Caroline's POV)
The air inside the car felt solid, heavy enough to choke on. The only sound was the low, steady hum of the engine and the tires eating up the asphalt. I kept my hands tight on the steering wheel,eyes locked on the dark road ahead.
From the backseat, Faye Carter let out another low moan, clutching her stomach. She was curled up like a dying shrimp, sweat plastering her blonde bangs to her forehead. Dominic sat next to her, silent as a grave. He didn't speak, didn't demand, didn't do anything but exist in my periphery.
Adrian, sitting in the passenger seat, shifted. He seemed to sense the suffocating tension radiating off me. He turned his head, watching my hands work the wheel as I took a sharp curve without braking.
"Caroline," he
