Hailey's pov
I couldn’t breathe in that house anymore.
Roy’s soft snores from the bedroom, the sterile smell of bandages, the way Ryan kept pacing like a caged tiger—it all pressed in on me until I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of what Brighton had stolen.
My man—my strong, unbreakable hockey captain—was lying broken because of that snake.
And no one was doing anything about it.
Not the police. Not the school. Not even the Williams empire could move fast enough.
I had to do something.
I slipped out of bed like a shadow in some bad revenge movie, pulling on black leggings, a black hoodie and tying my hair back in a fierce ponytail that screamed “don’t mess with me.”
I grabbed the keys to my car..the one they’d just fixed after the brake sabotage..and tiptoed down the
