Chapter 184

• The window slid down with a soft hum, and the cool morning air rushed in, brushing against my skin and stealing away the heaviness that had been clinging to me for days. I let the wind whip through my hair, a small sigh slipping past my lips as though I could exhale every last thread of tension.
• Beside me, Damien reached for the radio. A soft click, and then music filled the car light, sweet notes that seemed to dance on the breeze.
• Confession balloons blown to the street