Ryan had seen Lia's eyes the day of the accident, and there was no forgiveness in them. They were the eyes that told him she would be back, and not because she loved coming home, but she would be back to make him pay.
He had been right all this while; he had known it.
He had known that the worst of them all was the youngest of the James siblings. The one everyone was scared of.
It was Amelia.
She was the only one angry enough to want Ryan dead. She was there that day. It had been her birthday when they crashed. She had lost everyone she loved in one morning. She had been left alone, and she had felt like everyone else had betrayed her then.
She was the only one who remembered every single detail of the accident.
