Chapter 13

Liam’s fingers are still on my wrist when the world snaps. One second he’s in the cabinet glass—drenched, furious, his hand closing over the bruises Noah just exposed under the fluorescent light. The next, the med room dissolves. The cabinets stretch, the floor tilts, and everything peels away like someone ripped the film from the projector. I’m back in the car. Rain slams the windshield so hard it sounds like applause. Wipers thrash. Headlights carve white tunnels through the dark. My...