Stephanie's POV:
"Wait for me in the black car parked outside; let me take care of things here first," he said after pulling away from the hug.
"Okay," I replied softly.
I glanced back at the room one last time, taking in the mess I caused. Claire's and Jay's unconscious bodies lay crumpled amidst the chaos.
A sharp pain pierced through my chest, and I felt my eyes welling up with tears. I had hurt the people I cared about because I couldn't control my anger. I almost killed them. If Tyler hadn't shown up, I would have become a murderer. If only I had listened to my mother, none of this would have happened. If I had worn the bangle… My thoughts spiraled, guilt and regret overwhelming me.
"Stephanie," Tyler called, his voice snapping me out of my head. Our eyes met, his gaze grounding
