"It's not gone. I was going to pay her back!" Dominic plows a hand through his hair giving it a wild, disheveled look. A panicked note I've never heard before creeps into his voice. "I needed to get everything under control. You have to believe me! I was just borrowing it. You wouldn't have ever known it was missing," he rambles.
Brimming with disbelief, I shake my head as his excuses roll around in my mind like marbles. "I don't understand how you could pay someone to hurt me." I thought Dominic loved me. He was my father's best friend. He's known me since infancy. He was there while I grew up. And then when the unthinkable happened.
How could he pay someone to hit me with a car?
I feel as though I'm being repeatedly stabbed in the heart with a butcher knife. I can't brea
