The Truth I Didn’t Want to Remember
Seventeen-year-old Maeve survived the car crash that killed her mother. But what haunts her most isn’t the sound of shattering glass or the screech of metal—it’s what really happened that night.
Now living with a father she barely knows, a stepmother who tries too hard, and a baby brother she hasn’t dared to hold, Maeve is lost. Caught between guilt and grief, she’s unsure where she belongs—or if she belongs anywhere at all.
Rain and Headlights
I don’t remember the impact.
Not really.
I remember the rain.
Light at first, then heavier. I remember my mother’s laugh, my fingers drumming the steering wheel while I told her about a boy from chemistry class.
And I remember her smirking.
He sounds like trouble, Maeve.
Then headlights.
Too close. Too fast.
The next thing I remember is screaming for her.
I was outside the car. My knees in the mud. My hands covered in blood that wasn’t mine.
She was on the pavement. Still. Eyes open but looking at nothing.
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