FAYE
I was standing by the window when the night finally swallowed the last trace of dusk.
The glass was cold beneath my fingertips, grounding in a way nothing else had been since everything fell apart. Outside, the trees swayed softly, shadows folding into one another like secrets the dark was determined to keep. Somewhere beyond them, the world continued as if it hadn’t taken something from me—something it could never give back.
I stared anyway.
I wasn’t really seeing the night. I was seeing flashes. The road, the headlights, the sickening jolt, the scream that had torn out of me before I even understood what was happening.
I wanted to blame Alexander.
God knew it would have been easier. Easier to aim my grief at him, to tell myself that if he hadn’t hurt me, if he hadn’t let Diana
