"I wanted to believe I was only protecting her, but every step I took toward her said otherwise"
—Dylan Reed.
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Dylan's Point of View
"You were right," Andre began, his fingers drumming restlessly against his knee as if he couldn't keep them still. "Ava's accident wasn't a mistake. The truck that rammed into her car had been tailing her since she left her family's house. We couldn't track it either—the license plate was fake."
A dull ache throbbed behind my eyes. I pinched the bridge of my nose as a heavy lump lodged itself in my throat. Ava had been in danger—because of me.
I gripped the edge of my desk to steady myself, my study suddenly feeling smaller, the walls pressing in as though the air itself had thickened. First Mr. Nate. Now Ava.
