KATY’S POV
My hands won’t stop shaking, and my breath is now coming faster. I’ve been pretending all night…pretending I don’t hear the bass rattling the windows, pretending I don’t see the blunt being passed around right in front of me. But this… this sound is different.
Because it drags me back twelve years ago. Back to that night. That really scary night. The one I swore I’d buried.
“Are you okay?” Braydon’s hand finds mine, and he squeezes my fingers as his eyes search my face, reading the panic I’m trying so hard to mask. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine.” The words scrape out. “I… I just need to breathe.”
Before he can press further, I stagger up, ignoring whatever he’s saying, and push my way through the sea of bodies. Laughter, music, smoke and everything closes in on me, but I keep m
