Xavier’s POV

“Some fractures never heal, they just learn how to hide beneath the skin.”

The world outside blurred into streaks of rain and streetlights as I gripped the steering wheel.

Luca sat beside me, eyes fixed on the tablet balanced on his knee, the glow painting sharp lines across his face.

He hadn’t spoken in ten minutes, which for Luca meant either he was onto something or we were about to drive into hell.

“I’m pulling the last ping again,” he muttered, fingers flying ...