Why Did I Care?

Meliza's POV

Jessa was already in the car before Ethan could even put me down. I didn't fight him—I was too drained, too ashamed to even utter my thanks. My pride wouldn't allow it, and maybe, deep down, my emotions were too tangled to process what I even felt toward him at that moment. I was just grateful that my sister had the strength to thank them as we drove away from the cornfield.

The exhaustion weighed heavily on me, but I knew we still had one more thing to do before we could rest. We needed to go to the nearest police station to give our testimonies.

The thought alone made my stomach twist with discomfort. I didn't want to relive what had happened, not the fear or helplessness, but it had to be done.