Caden
Three weeks. That’s how long it’s been since everything crashed—literally and otherwise. Two weeks of recovery. Two weeks of silence. Two weeks of everyone pretending I don’t exist, except when they want to whisper about how I totaled my car and didn’t die. Josh, Lucas, and Declan have been up my ass about hanging out. Lucky me.
The bruises are mostly faded now, just faint shadows over my ribs and collarbone. The sling's gone. The limp’s almost gone. And thanks to a guilt trip my mom couldn’t handle, there’s a brand-new car sitting in the driveway. Sleek. Black. Not a scratch on it. A mirror image of the one I destroyed. A pity toss from a woman who can’t even meet my eyes when she hands me the keys.
I didn’t ask for it, at least not outright. I didn’t say thank you. Just got behi
