Riley's pov.

I took a step back.

Then another.

Then another.

Mom’s hands wrapped around my waist immediately. “Are you okay, honey?” she asked curiously, her bright hazel eyes burning through mine.

My lips parted but no words could form. I tried to look away, to respond, but my eyes wouldn’t budge. They kept staring at my nightmare, an aftermath I didn’t see coming.

His words echoed in my ears: “You’ll regret this.”

I gulped hard.

He knew.

He knew ...