Chapter 17
Chelsea pov
I pulled out of the Ashbourne parking lot in my silver Porsche, soft music drifting through the speakers, my fingers tapping a light, contented rhythm against the wheel. A laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it.
I kept replaying it. Kayla, glancing down the hallway. Recognition flashing across her face. Fear following right behind it.
Finally,
‘You remember me,’ I thought, smiling at the road ahead. ‘Even if you don't know who I am yet.’
The drive gave me time to think, the city sliding by in blurred storefronts and traffic lights, and my mind wandered back, the way it always did lately, to a version of myself standing on a playground a decade ago, small and furious and completely invisible.
It was almost funny, how ridiculous it was that Kayla probab
