Hazel POV
The house was dark and quiet when I finally slipped through the front door. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else—weak and trembling after the long night. The racing suit had been returned, and I was back in my old hoodie and jeans, but I still smelled like gasoline and burnt rubber. My eyes were swollen from crying on the way home.
I closed the door as softly as I could, but the floorboard in the hallway still creaked.
A light clicked on in the living room.
Lucas sat up on the couch, rubbing his eyes. He must have fallen asleep waiting for me. His hair was messy, and he looked thinner than before the whole nightmare started.
“Sis?” His voice was hoarse with sleep. “It’s almost two in the morning. Where were you?”
I froze in the hallway, heart sinking. I didn’t wa
