Scar’s POV
We followed Rachel inside, but she had gone to her room and locked the door behind her. I couldn’t blame her. Ace and I sat on the bed, wordless, the silence heavy between us. I rubbed my head where the bottle had hit me, wincing, but the pain didn’t matter. What mattered was how hurt Rachel was.
Ace broke the silence. “What are we supposed to do now?”
I shrugged, staring at the floor. “Not a f*****g clue, man. We f****d up. We broke her heart even more than her mother already did.”
“She’s never gonna trust us now,” Ace muttered.
“Yeah,” I admitted. “She’s never gonna forgive us. I might as well just let her go, let her have her life back.”
Then I heard her voice.
“You’re just gonna give up that easily?”
Both of us whipped around. Rachel stood in the doorway, expressionl
