Chapter 34

Savannah

I walk up to the mirror, trying to muster every ounce of courage I could and stare at my tears trickling, conflicted and angry reflection. It takes so much to look at myself with my emotions bared open ever since it happened. Since the day I opened my eyes from the coma, the reflection and the way I have been portraying myself is one word: killer, curse, and everything that encompasses the general idea that I am no good. But today…

“I forgive myself,” I huff. When that doesn’t sound convincing enough, I scrunch my brows, smile, and sit to the mirror. “I forgive you, Savannah. You shouldn’t have swerved, but what is done is done. Bobby would want this for me, and so would Carl, Mia, Emma, and Diane.”

I pick up my phone and text Victors.

Meet me at the pier tomorrow, same time as our date.

Then I turn off my phone, and take a very long bath, reveling in the peace that now flows within me. It feels wrong to live like this, happy and