Ryan’s POV.
The drive to Maple Junction was short, but the silence inside the car stretched endlessly. The hum of the tyres and the low growl of the engine were the only sounds. Eve sat beside him, hands resting on her belly, gaze turned toward the passing blur of city lights. Her calmness grounded him, even as his chest throbbed with rising irritation.
Kimberly had always been reckless, spoiled by their mother, enabled by Jonathan, but this? Crashing her car and calling him as though he were her personal saviour? He gripped the steering wheel tighter. His jaw was locked, his knuckles white against the leather.
When they reached the junction, the flashing hazard lights of Kimberly’s car glared in the dusk. A small crowd had gathered, curious onlookers murmuring and pointing. Ryan slowed
