Chapter 89

• ADRIAN POV
• You know that restless feeling when you've committed a crime so deep, yet all you can do is watch and try to explain—but no one listens? That was me. I tried. Every fucking time. Every fucking day, I reached out to Violet. Calls, text messages… None of it fucking worked.
• And when I couldn’t bear the guilt and the waiting any longer, I showed up at her house. Same fucking story. She wouldn’t see me. Her father made damn sure of that.