After securing his motorcycle in the garage, Kolton prepared to head inside. His footsteps slowed as his gaze drifted toward the mangled sports car sitting in the corner. Each time he looked at that twisted metal, memories of agony flooded back. The physical pain from the crash paled in comparison to the emotional torment that followed. He remembered the countless nights he had secretly wished Kimi would visit him during his recovery, how he had strained to hear her voice in the hospital corridors. She never came.
For years, this destroyed vehicle had been a monument to his hatred. A constant reminder of why he despised her.
Tonight felt different. Tonight, regret consumed him.
He regretted every moment he had convinced himself that hatred was easier than heartbreak. He regretted believing the worst about her without seeking the truth.
