Sara’s POV

There was only one thing in my mind as the golf cart drove home. This time, the driver didn’t have any rude remarks. Or maybe, I was too lost in my head to hear him. The cold night air bit at my skin and I clutched on to Grey’s jacket tighter. Somehow, it felt like he was here with me.

A tear slipped down my cheek, the breeze turning icy before I realised I was crying

For years, I had always wondered why. Why was it my parents out of all the people in the park? Grandma ...