CHAPTER FIFTY ONE: Scum

NOVA POV

The ride home was dead. Dead air, dead silence, like somebody had sucked all the sound out of the car and replaced it with this thick weight that sat on my chest.

Maybe it felt this way because I was riding alone this time, no Lena laughing in my ear, no Katie yelling over the music, no stupid off-key singing from the back seat. Just me. Just the driver. And Grant’s ghost still clinging to my skin.

The funny thing is, I kept thinking about the ride that ...