Chapter 91 Reckoning In The Shadows

• Jeremy POV
• The hospital corridor stretched before me, a sterile tunnel of flickering fluorescent lights and muted sounds, the weight of the driver’s whispered confession—Celine—burning in my chest like a brand. I stood outside Bonnie’s room, my hand resting on the doorframe, my gaze fixed on Rachel’s sleeping form curled on the sofa inside. Her face, softened by exhaustion, was streaked with dried tears, her chest rising and falling in a fragile rhythm that tugged at my heart. I wanted to wake her, to tell her what I’d learned, to share the truth that Celine had orchestrated the accident that nearly killed Bonnie. But the sight of her, so vulnerable, so worn from the day’s ordeal, stopped me. She needed rest, needed a moment of peace before the storm I was about to unleash. I’d carry this burden for now, confront the monster myself, and protect her from the fallout as long as I could.
• I turned away, my boots heavy against the linoleum, and made my way to the hospital’s exit, the cool night air hitting me like a slap as I stepped outside. The parking lot was a sea of shadows, the distant wail of an ambulance cutting through the silence, a reminder of the chaos that had brought us here. My truck was parked near the entrance, its familiar bulk a grounding presence, and I climbed in, the leather seat cold against my back. The engine roared to life, a low growl that matched the fury building inside me, and I pulled onto the road, the city lights blurring as I drove toward the Morrow mansion. Celine was there, and I’d make her answer for what she’d done, for the blood on her hands, for the pain she’d inflicted on the people I loved.