“Rowan, I’m scared. I’m really scared.”
The speaker was Barret Crawford, a member of the street racing group.
Dark circles hung under his eyes as he curled up in a corner, refusing to let his family in. Only when Rowan arrived did he rush forward and grab his arm tightly.
“I dreamt of Corey. He said… why are we still alive? He’s so cold down there… he wants us to join him.”
At first, Rowan didn’t take it seriously. It made sense for Barret to be grieving excessively over a lost brother.
But soon, he realized it wasn’t just Barret—both the Forbes’ and the Campbells were saying the same thing.
The only difference was that they seemed less affected, likely because they were farther from the accident scene.
“Rowan, do you think Corey blames us for what happened to him?”
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