As Stefan drove home, the car was filled with sound of Genevieve's voice coming through the car speakers as he listened to the video she'd released.
Her words spilled through the car like shards of glass, her confession, her regret, the truth she said she couldn't carry anymore.
He had replayed the video twice already, though each time made his chest tighter.
His jaw flexed. "What were you thinking, Genevieve?" he muttered under his breath, his voice breaking between anger and disbelief. "Why would you do this without telling me?"
Remembering their conversation the night before and how she'd hinted she needed to take responsibility, he realized he should have seen this coming.
He turned down a quiet street as the sound of her sobs in the video filled the car and made his chest ache. She sounded small, cornered, like a child asking the world for punishment.
"Damn it, Genevieve…" he whispered again.
He wondered what Dawn and the others would think about what she'd done.
