JASMINE'S POV
My car screeched into Sophia's driveway twenty minutes later, tires kicking up gravel like dust from the past I couldn't outrun.
I barely had the engine off before I was out, slamming the door and sprinting through the pouring rain. My fists pounded against her front door so hard I thought the hinges might come off.
She yanked it open almost immediately. "Jazz?!"
I must've looked insane—barefoot, in soaked shorts and a thin T-shirt, hair plastered to my skin, trembling like a ghost. Her eyes widened, scanning me for injuries.
"What the hell—what happened?"
I tried to speak, but no words came out. I just shook my head, my breath catching painfully in my chest.
"I… I didn't know where else to go."
Sophia didn't hesitate.