“Come inside. I’ll make us a coffee or something,” Enzo mumbled, scrubbing his face. “It’s three in the morning.”
Like I needed reminding. I had work in three hours and now had no way of getting there and no tools to speak of.
There was no way they’d survivedthat.
I couldn’t even lift myself to my feet; my knees sat in damp mud as I stared at the truck.
I did this to us.
The realisation wasn’t new, but it still hit me like a slap.
I’d had it all, and now I had a burnt-out truck and divorce papers to sign.
I didn’t know what Lila would do next if I didn’t sign the divorce papers, but it couldn't be any worse than this.
Could it?
15
VANESSA
Iwas worried about Lila. She’d not answered my texts overnight, and I’d promised wine.
Something was off.
So, I did what any decent ride-or-die would do, and turned up at her house at nine AM, just in time to see the police patrol car leaving. Panic jumped into my throat as I ran past them to Lila, who looked at me with surprise.
“Are you okay?” I held her at arm’s length and studied her, looking for any injuries. She wore a loose black t-shirt over leggings, her eyes ringed with dark bags. But no injuries that I could see.
“I’m fine,” Lila reassured me, stepping back to let me in the house.
“Uh, then why were the police here?” My eyes were so wide they felt like they were going to fall out.
Lila rubbed the back of her neck and winced. “I hit Cami.”
I laughed. Lila wouldn’t hit someone; she must be kidding. That’s whyIdid it.
“Come on,” I said, rolling my eyes. “What did you really do? Not pay a parking fine?”
Lila moved to the coffee pot, pouring us both a cup with trembling hands. “You better sit down.”
I plonked myself on the chair and stared at her, taking the black coffee eagerly. “Okay, I’m sitting.”
Lila swallowed, pushing her hair behind her ear. Her eyes looked haunted, and panic started to well in my stomach.
You know that saying, how your best friend would help you hide a body? I was starting to think Lila had done something completely off the charts and out of character.
Had she killed Cami? Or worse still—my brother?
Oh my god.
“You’re spiralling.” Lila remarked, reaching over and grabbing my hand, staring into my eyes. “I hit Cami, and she called the cops.”
“Okay…” I said, letting out a breath of relief. If she’d called the cops, it meant she was alive, right? So it couldn’t be that bad.
“And I kinda told them I was with you that night.” Lila took a sip of her coffee, waving a hand. “But I can just admit it if it will make you feel immoral or anything.”
“Bitch please. Tell me when and where we were, and we were there.”
