The car's engine sounded beneath us, cutting through the oppressive silence that hung in the air.
I sat in the backseat, staring blankly out of the window, though I barely registered the passing scenery.
My heart was too heavy, my mind spiraling with worry and guilt.
Marcy.
The thought of her standing face-to-face with Bruno, defiant and brave, haunted me.
I could still see the way she had stepped out of the shadows without hesitation, her voice firm as she stared down the monster who had ruined so many lives.
I should've stopped her. I should've done something—anything. But instead, I'd let Adrian and Rosa drag me away.
"Are you okay?" Rosa's soft voice pulled me from my thoughts.
She was sitting beside me, her expression as worried as I felt.
I shook my head.
"How could I be okay? Marcy's out there with him. We left her, Rosa. We just…left her."
