Kendrick's POV
The night air felt heavier than usual,it was thick with the weight of everything I had just gone through.
Driving alone down the dimly lit road, the silence inside the car wasn't peaceful and I felt suffocated. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as Christy's tears replayed in my head, my mother's voice echoing repeatedly in my head.
"She will destroy you… just like all Lancasters destroy everything they touch."
The hatred in her tone had been too real and personal. Just for something rooted in a past my mother refused to let go of.
My jaw clenched as I pressed harder on the accelerator. The city lights blurred past me, but inside, I was stuck. Stuck between the warmth of Christy's trembling hand in mine, and the cold emptiness that had always lived in my chest since I was a child.
