Chapter 31: Shards of the Steering Wheel.

Violet Virgilson.

I went back to my mum's house.

I don't know where else to go.

My room smelling of stale coffee and desperation.

Dawn had crept through the grimy blinds, throwing pale stripes across the bed where I sat, phone in hand, shaking like a leaf in the wind. Detective Lawson’s last message had stayed on my screen, like a ticking time bomb.

I’d been waiting, pacing, replaying every memory I had of that night in my mind — the accident, ...