Victoria Bella Volkov:

I was freaking out, my hands trembling as I crouched beside Marianne’s body. She wasn’t breathing, her face was covered in blood. My mind raced as I stood there, staring at the mess I had made.

“Dammit,” I muttered under my breath, clenching my fists. My car had hit her so hard, she hadn’t stood a chance.

I backed up, glancing around nervously. The road was deserted, the warehouse looming in the distance. There were no witnesses—at least, not yet. I ...