Dylan shut the door behind us with a soft thud, the sound feeling too final. Too much like the world outside was still pressing down on me.
The car started moving, the soft hum of the engine doing nothing to ease the storm inside me. I stared out the window, the city lights blurring by, but I wasn’t really seeing any of it. My thoughts were consumed by one thing, and one thing only.
Aiden.
I had spent so long running from him, escaping the life he’d built around me, and yet here I was, with him still somehow right there in front of me. Like some f*****g ghost, haunting me.
And Dylan?
Dylan was his cousin.
I couldn’t stop the words from slipping out.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” My voice was raw, barely above a whisper, but it still felt like a shout inside the car. “How could
