It had been two days since everything happened.
Two days since I pulled the trigger.
Two days since I watched Victor Kane fall lifeless in front of me.
Two days since Jaxson jumped in front of me and took the bullet meant for him.
And now… silence. Just this heavy, suffocating silence that filled my room.
I hadn’t stepped outside once. My curtains stayed shut. My phone—dead and hidden under my pillow. My mother had knocked until her voice went hoarse, begging me to eat, to at least open the door, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have the strength to face her or anyone, or even the truth.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Victor’s face. The blood. The sound of that gunshot echoed in my head like it never stopped. I’d clutch my pillow and scream into it until my throat hurt, but the guilt nev
