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“No, Emily is driven,” Lorenzo corrected him. “I think she likes that attention.”
“What is it like living with such a diva?” Justin asked, bouncing on his heels, full of energy.
“It has its moments.”
“Like what?” Katrina asked as she took Lorenzo’s hand in hers. He laced their fingers together and looked down at her with so much love in his gaze that she almost missed the haunting behind his eyes. “Ren, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he replied cheerfully before leaving another soft kiss on her lips. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”
“Dude you want to go to school? On your birthday?” Justin asked, then added, “You’re crazy.”
Lorenzo shrugged. “Been called worse.”
“What’s going on?” Katrina asked, her voice soft, and Lorenzo shook his head.
“It’s nothing.”
Not ‘nothing’ but ‘it’s nothing.’
“Ren—”
“Trina.” He grinned down at her. “You’re so beautiful. Have I told you that today?” He leaned down, covering her lips with his once more, and she sighed into him.
“Ugh,” Justin said from behind them, and Lorenzo laughed against Katrina’s lips.
It made her heart sing.
And with another kiss, her worries were soon forgotten.
***
It was later in theday, later than she’d wanted but she couldn’t resist spending time with her parents. Estella and Robert Carter had shown her nothing but love her whole life, something that had been missing from Lorenzo’s. Justin’s words haunted her, reminding her they’d had it easy transitioning into adulthood.
Lorenzo had been thrown into it, without so much as finishing high school.
At the end of the drive, instead of turning left to head back to Main Street, she turned right, following Willow Creek Road up towards the Torrence estate. She had to see the sight of the crash, see if she’d been correct.
But she hadn’t.
It wasn’t the turn without the guardrail. Instead, the following turn, the one that had an even sharper edge, had been where he’d smashed through the guardrail sending his car down into the ravine below.
He must have torn out of the Torrence estate like a bat out of hell with the force it had to take to twist the metal around.
She pulled over to the small shoulder, knowing this wasn’t a well-traveled road, and exited her vehicle to take a closer look, or as close as she could get without falling into the ravine herself. The incline was steep, and there were two trees she could tell that the car had hit.
Two.
Glass still littered the area along with fragments of his car that had been left behind, the red in contrast with the green around it.
“My god, Ren,” she whispered as she looked down the embankment, her heart beating an uncomfortable rhythm.
Mr. Torrence had a heart attack.
Ren had run his car off the road.
The two had to be connected.
But how?
