Chapter 27
On the last day of their exams, Scott had given Darren his old car. It had been a present, sort of, and he’d promptly bought a new monstrosity, because if Darren had a limited sense of fashion and design, Scott’s was even worse. The new car had been a bright orange sports car with lurid yellow racing stripes, and the moment Leah turned into the hospital car park, Jayden picked it out.
“Scott’s here,” he croaked.
His throat still ached, and his face felt puffy and raw, but he didn’t care. He was all cried out—at least, until he saw Darren for himself—and now he itched to know. Not to have to think and worry anymore, but get answers and hold him and know what had happened. The phone hadn’t rung once for the entire journey, and he was twitching against the seatbelt before Leah e
