As I stepped back, a branch snapped under my foot. She spun around. I ran to my car, uploaded the recording, and sent the file to Seth. Then I called Ronan, over and over. He never picked up.
I knew he was at the club by the harbor that night, so I turned the car around to go find him. I wanted to ask him to his face how a nineteen-second phone call had given him the right to punish me for two years.
I never made it. The moment the truck hit me, I finally felt real regret. I should have gone straight to Seth. I should have saved myself first.
A ringing phone pulled me out of the memory. Ronan answered a call from Daphne.
"I'm visiting Mrs. Calder tomorrow. Will you pick me up?"
"Yes."
"Is Tess coming too? I'm a little worried she'll make another scene at the cemetery."
Ronan's grip
