Elena
The trees grew darker at every covered mile. In my head, I was lost. My mom wass alive? That's imppsible.
I had seen it. Declan killing her the way he killed Roxy, my brother. I haven't fully coped with her death, neither have I handled my fight with my grandmother well. But all this? It's too much.
Mia kept glancing back at me from the front seat, her brow furrowed with concern. Declan's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, but I quickly looked away, unable to hold his gaze. The silence in the car was deafening, broken only by the occasional rustle of clothing or clearing of a throat.
As the familiar buildings of the city blurred past the window, I felt myself slipping into a memory. Suddenly, I was no longer in the car, but back in our old kitchen in manhattan, the scent of
