Chapter 39
- Chapter 39
- Stacey's POV:
- The city lights blurred as I sped through the night, my hands gripping the wheel tighter than necessary. I was late. Late to see Noah. Late to ease the guilt clawing at my chest. I could still feel his blood on me. Even after three showers, I swore it was still there. The rusty crimson hue haunted my palms. He bled for me. He almost died for me.