Mikayla POV
My palms felt clammy, and I wasn’t sure if it was due to walking to work or my nerves. I wasn’t usually the nervous type, but since coming home, even though most people were polite and happy to see me, I could feel the judgment. And I just knew it was because of what happened to Marshall. Since Steven’s arrest, everyone knew I was there when he beat Marshall and left him for dead, and that I didn’t help. Not because I didn’t want to— but because I couldn’t. That night was one I tried to forget for more than one reason. After Steven left Marshall a bloody mess, I felt the brunt of his rage, too. I still carry the scars from that night on my heart and my hip. Steven made me a promise that night that if I spoke to anyone about what had happened, he would burn my house down with m
