Lillian
Zayden hadn't woken up. It's been seven days, and each day, I was losing myself, guilt weighing heavily on me. My heart ached so badly that sometimes I lost my breath.
Throughout this time, I had received two anonymous messages. I knew who they were from and his message clearly stated what he wanted.
Zayden's father called off the cops and cancelled all investigations. He claimed that it was just an accident. But I knew better; I didn't complain, though. My only issue was that he openly showed no concern for his son.
What kind of a father does that?
I was more disappointed in Aiden; we hadn't spoken for days, and he hadn't come either.
I already made my plans; I didn't tell Jade. I wouldn't drag her into my messed-up past.
I'll give him what he wants, but that would be af
