KELLAN'S P.O.V

Everything reminded me of what I had done.

Every mile, signpost, and second spent driving through the road as I returned to her. 

“Please, Ashley,” I whispered, bending to take a turn. “I am sorry.”

And that was the truth, I had said and done things in anger that I shouldn't have, now I'm wallowing in regret. I tore my eyes from the road and spared a glance at my wrist watch. Even though I was driving at top speed, time seemed to slow down.

“Please, ...