Ella
Kylian didn't sleep that night. I knew because I didn't either, and somewhere around three in the morning I found him in his study again, the same folder Lucas had left open on the desk, though I doubted he'd absorbed a single new detail from it in the hours since Lucas had gone home.
"You should rest," I said from the doorway.
"I keep thinking about the brakes." He didn't look up. "The mechanic said it was wear and corrosion, that the car was older than it should have been for that kind of drive. I remember being angry at myself for not having it serviced more often. Six years, and I've been carrying guilt for something that might not have been my fault at all."
I crossed the room and sat on the edge of the desk beside him. "You couldn't have known."
"I could have asked more que
