I lied.
My father did have a hand in the accident. I just didn’t want to tell Kara.
At first, I wasn’t sure. The first reason is because I can always tell when my father is up to something. Something in his demeanor usually gives it away, and then all I have to do is figure out what he’s planning.
But I didn’t see this coming.
And I’d hate to blame it on the fact that it’s because of how distracted I was at the party with Kara, but I have no other choice.
I was way too focused on her to tell that the murderous glares he was sending her way weren’t just glares.
He had someone lying in wait for us on that empty road he knew we would follow. He wasn’t trying to kill her, though—this was him sending her some sort of message, even though it was at the expense of my own life.
“Have the me
