Fawn’s POV
“Fuck."
I watched as he slammed his hand against the steering wheel.
"The only reason I’m not leaving you to the mess you created back there is because I saw the look on your face when he grabbed your wrist. You’re scared of him, but you’re f*****g putting yourself in his path, and I can’t understand why. Did he do something to you before the accident?”
I hoped Richard hadn’t been as observant as Blake, because he could wonder the same thing. I wanted to tell Blake. I really did. But that would mean telling him everything, including that his wife was dead and I was hijacking her body. He could never understand that. I was the one living it, and I was still trying to wrap my head around it. How could he possibly believe me? It just sounded crazy.
So instead, I asked my own
