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."

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,

him and balance the

I'm not so hungry. I just look down at the

is awake. The thought of him sends a pang through my chest, but I

eyes slide

want from this

he looks at me makes me feel like he is depending on me to give

met in the school office. How he'd grinned at me, made me laugh when I didn't think I'd ever laugh again. How he made me forget my pain, my scars, if

to be someone completely different. The type of guy that would let his brother take the

shit.

he be

a deep breath, forcing myself

flinches, his jaw tightening. "What exactly

my hands from trembling.

let Zaid take the blame and

his eyes darting to the floor. "It wasn't supposed to

is true." My

He nods.

fill my eyes. "How could you

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

let Zaid take the

He grimaces.

go to juvie while you walked away

like that!" he protests, leaning

Fear, hatred, anger,

blame.

him, my chest tightening. "And

"Of course I did!"

blink the tears from my eyes until they fall down

told me it was the right thing to do," he

whisper. “He said he didn't care,

the coffee table, my appetite entirely gone. "He does

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