WESLEY
The drive back from the Carson mansion felt longer than it should have. I kept my hands on the steering wheel, but my mind was stuck on what had just happened. Every time I thought about the way Mr. Carson had looked at Natalia, the way he had spoken to her like she had done something terrible, a heavy guilt settled in my chest. I had caused this. I had walked into her life and created a fight between a father and his daughter. She had defended me in there, standing up to him even when it clearly hurt her. And now she might lose the relationship she had worked so hard to rebuild with him. All because of me.
I glanced at her in the passenger seat. She was quiet, staring out the window with her arms wrapped around herself. I could see the tiredness in her face. The tears she had hel
