When Riley was done, she held the lighter up, tears streaming down her cheeks. They deserved this, didn't they? They made her heart ache so badly that she once thought about ending it all after this.
But she stopped. No matter how poorly they treated her, no matter how foolish they made her feel all these years, burning them down wouldn't ease her pain. It wouldn't fix what they broke inside her.
She told herself she wasn't a murderer. Riley shook her head and walked back to her car, her heart heavy like a stone in her chest. This was the saddest day of her life, and she knew it.
Looking around, she noticed his Ferrari parked beside the garden. Scott adored that car more than anything. If something happened to it, he would lose his mind.
Her eyes darted around until she found a stick lying by the driveway. She picked it up, her lips curling into a painful smile as she walked toward the car.
