Chapter 73

Fix It

I stare out of the window into the backyard, the mess from last night mostly gone.

The pan sizzles and I snap out of my thoughts.

"Shit," I whisper to myself, grimacing as I salvage the eggs before they burn.

My mind has been a chaotic mess. Even my dreams seemed too real last night.

I dreamed of a car and a crash. Of Zaid in handcuffs and Aiden just watching.

I slide a piece of bread into the toaster, my mind racing with questions I don't know if I

want the answers to.

The soft creak of the stairs makes my heart jolt. I don't have to turn around to know it's

Aiden. His footsteps are slower than usual, hesitant, almost apologetic.

"Morning," he says, his voice quiet and heavy with sleep.

"Morning," I reply, my tone neutral, my focus fixed on the egg as it bubbles in the pan.

I feel him behind me before he touches me, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling

me into his chest. His warmth is familiar, and for a moment, I let myself lean into it,

closing my eyes.

"Do you hate me now?" he asks softly, his voice trembling just enough to make me flinch.

I shake my head, opening my eyes and focusing on the stovetop.

"I don't know," I admit.

He tenses behind me and retreats just a bit.

"I'm confused. Angry. But I want to hear your side."

He exhales a shaky breath, his arms loosening slightly. "Okay. Yeah, okay. Let's talk."

egg onto a plate, grabbing my toast from the toaster before following him to the living

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on the couch, his eyes wary. His pupils follow me, his lips in a frown, his

him and balance the plate on

down at the plate,

the stairs, wondering if Zaid is awake. The

eyes slide

do I even want from this

tousled, and the way he looks at me makes me feel

he'd grinned at me, made me laugh when I didn't think I'd

guy that would let his brother take the fall for something

shit.

he be the same

breath, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "Is it

flinches, his jaw tightening. "What

my hands from trembling. "That

take the blame and he went to juvie to protect

the floor. "It wasn't supposed

is true." My chest

He nods.

"How could you do

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his head and runs his hands through his fingers. "Alina, I was scared. I panicked.

Zaid take the fall?"

He grimaces.

let him go to juvie while you walked

wasn't like that!" he protests, leaning forward, his hands clasped

so much happening in his eyes. Fear, hatred, anger,

take the blame. He said

stare at him, my chest tightening. "And you just

"Of course I did!"

from my eyes until they fall

me it was the right thing to do," he finally says, his voice barely

“He said he didn't care, that he didn't have a

coffee table, my

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