ABIGAIL’S POV

My knee wouldn’t stop bouncing and I couldn’t stop picking at my nails, as John drove us back to Heber. I didn’t want to go home, and I had already gone through two breakdowns before we had gotten me into the car.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and my throat felt like it was swollen shut. My stomach was doing somersaults and my heart was hitting against my ribs so hard that I couldn’t even focus. Everything around me was fuzzy and all I could see what ...