Inside the car, Lara quietly gave him the address. Reagan nodded, then started the engine.
The ride was wordless.
Lara turned toward the window, her reflection staring back at her in the glass, framed by streaks of neon lights and passing traffic. It had only been two days since she left.
Two days.
Just long enough for her to breathe again. For her heart to stop feeling like it was being crushed every time she thought of him. Just long enough to feel a little bit like herself.
And now here she was again. Being pulled back into the storm she was trying so hard to escape.
Soft. Always too soft. She hated that about herself.
She hated that despite everything—despite being discarded and unloved—his name still tugged at her like a loose thread she hadn't cut clean.
But this time would b
