DAMIEN
“Where are we going?” Ella’s tone was impatient.
“Patience, sweetheart. We’re almost there.” I gave her a teasing grin.
She sat back against her seat, grumbling. It had been one year since the Hell with Natalie. Thankfully, like Jason, the court proceedings were quick and straightforward. This time, she’d been sent to prison instead of a hospital. Thankfully, not for murder; Mr. Pickett, the local contractor, had been discovered in time to save his life.
Ella had graduated, and we were living our lives to the fullest. Together.
It had taken some time and a lot of therapy for both of us to come to terms with what happened that night. So much had happened to Ella in such a short time, and for a while, I lived with a guilty feeling that none of it would have happened if it weren’
