Blanche's POV
After leaving Blissfield Villa, I drove to a nearby park.
Carry's stubbornness and Zain's complete disregard for her wellbeing felt like shards of glass cutting through my chest.
I wanted to fix things, to somehow make it right, but every solution I considered crumbled before I could grasp it.
Sinking onto a bench, I buried my face in my hands and let the tears fall.
Zain could go to hell for all I cared, but Carry was just a child. Without proper guidance, she'd spiral down a dangerous path.
And her chaotic sleep schedule would wreck her health completely.
The weight of it all pressed down on my ribs like a vise.
The night air bit at my skin, but the chill in my heart cut deeper.
I'd been sitting there for hours, lost in my thoughts, when a pair of shoes appeared in my line of sight.
My head snapped up.
Nathan's face swam into focus, that sickening smirk stretching across his lips, making my skin crawl.
I bolted upright, desperate to escape.
