“Demi, Demi…”

I bolted out of the car and grabbed her, calling her name in panic.

No response. I tilted her face toward me, hoping for some sign of recognition, but when I saw her clearly, my breath hitched.

Her face was unrecognizable-swollen, bruised, her eyes barely open. There were gashes on her cheeks, and her lips? So busted they didn’t even look human.

I didn’t need a detailed story. I knew.

Hayden was rights I was too late.

“I’m calling the cops,” I said, my voice shaky as fury and heartbreak churned inside me.