TERRA’S POV
“Are you okay?” Collins asked for the umpteenth time since the beginning of our ride and my answer for the umpteenth time was a swift nod.
I understood his worry, I had been deep in thought since I stepped into his car, my gaze directed outside the open car window. From his perspective, It might look like I was deeply worried and overthinking the whole situation, whereas, in reality, I was in an active battle with myself, fighting the urge to not let the tears drop.
The windy air blown into the car through the window I was currently facing was really helping, which was the sole reason why I refused to move my eyes away from the road.
Nathan was really complicating my life more than I care to admit and I think I am losing it already. I have told him everything, every single
