Celeste didn't dare stop.

She couldn't even bring herself to glance back.

She knew that if she did if she saw Nathaniel lying there, unconscious and helpless, her resolve would shatter.

She'd lose the strength to leave.

Arlo had been right all along.

There was too much blood between them, too many scars. If it hadn't been for some twisted twist of fate, she and Nathaniel would have never crossed paths.

It was a cruel accident that brought them ...