Chapter 8
Preston apologized to Elena first.
Wrongly.
“I didn’t mean for the car to leave the road.”
Elena stared at him.
“That’s your apology?”
He looked confused.
She continued:
“You think the worst thing was the crash.”
It wasn’t.
The worst thing was making a pregnant woman understand powerful people could follow her whenever they wanted.
Every rearview mirror became fear afterward.
Every unknown car.
Every knock.
The crash ended in one night.
The threat continued.
Preston finally understood.
Or started to.
“I wanted you to leave.”
“I know.”
“I thought distance solved it.”
“For you.”
May you like
There.
He had treated another human being as a location problem.
