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."

onto a plate, grabbing my toast from

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

him and balance

so hungry. I just look down at the plate, angry that I cooked for

bite my lip and glance at the stairs, wondering if Zaid is awake. The thought of him sends a pang

eyes slide

even want from

way he looks at me makes me feel like

me, made me laugh when I didn't think I'd ever laugh again. How he made me forget my pain, my

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

shit.

he be the same

myself to meet his

flinches, his jaw tightening. "What exactly did

lips and stop my hands from trembling. "That it was you

blame and he

eyes darting to the floor. "It wasn't

is true." My chest

He nods.

eyes. "How could

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and runs his hands through his fingers. "Alina, I was scared. I panicked. I didn't know what to

Zaid take the

He grimaces.

him go to juvie while you walked

he protests, leaning forward, his hands clasped

his eyes. Fear, hatred, anger, devastation and complete, burning

me he'd take the blame. He said I

at him, my chest tightening. "And you just let him?

"Of course I did!"

tears from my eyes

it was the right thing to do," he finally says,

he didn't care, that he didn't have a future,

coffee table, my appetite

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