“I understand you’re mad, but, my God, Logan. Put yourself in her shoes for one second, would you? The girl was driving along with her father on her birthday, and suddenly, someone ran a red light, crashing into her and killing her dad. Oh, and ended up dead themself. And Maci saw all of this.” Her eyes tear up. “For years, she has barely been surviving the aftereffects of that day. She’s carried it around like a fucking anchor attached to her ankle, trying to pull her down.”
