Aria

I just kept driving. Farther. Faster. Away from Pembroke. Away from the twisted knots of lies and secrets. Away from them.

I haven’t even been at this for a week, and I already feel crushed.

My hands gripped the wheel tighter, knuckles white as bone.

They all knew.

Arthur. Sierra. Hunter.

And God knows… maybe even Grant.

My chest burned like someone had reached in and wrung my lungs dry. I’ve never felt my spirit so completely wrecked. If they all knew about the child, my ...