Not that I want it to. I don’t want anything to do with Ethan anymore, not after what he’s done. This time, Ethan crossed a line so far that he can’t even see it anymore. That rotten, no-good, lying little—
He could be seriously injured or even killed. Ryan’s words suddenly pop into my mind, and I freeze.
“No, no, no,” Isla says, pulling me from my thoughts. I look over at my best friend to find she’s parked in her driveway and is turned sideways to look at me. Her sharp, knowing eyes narrow on me. “Don’t you dare feel sorry for that bastard, Fiona Bowen,” she hisses. “There’s no reason he should’ve kept you locked up like that. No one in their right mind would ever do something like that to someone they care about.”
“I know,” I mumble, tucking my chin as a yawn fights its way out
