Bailey
I need to get Tanner away from that house.
Bitter certainty floods my veins as I walk toward my car. Every nerve in my body screams at me that I’m making the wrong choice. But I can’t just leave him there, not after what Layla’s told me. I can’t.
Making up my mind, I slide into the driver’s seat. Adrenaline surges through me as I turn the key in the ignition, urging the engine to life. I try not to think too much about where I’m going and why. Instead, I focus on the muscle memory of backing out of the driveway and navigating the familiar streets of Hahnville.
Night’s grip has tightened on the evening by the time I reach the turnoff to the old Gregory place. As I steer carefully down the rutted drive, my headlights play off the gnarled trunks of the cypress trees and the twisted
