That afternoon, Dad called. He wanted me to be at the auction in ten days. If I won, I could be in charge of the company. I knew about that piece of land. Last time, I was too shaken up from the kidnapping. Then Tiffany died, and I crashed. I was sick and missed the auction. I wouldn’t have competed with Chad anyway. I liked him, and thought we were meant to be together. He was broke, so I helped him get the land. He made a park, and became successful. I wanted that land. Then, Tiffany showed up. She acted like she had changed.

“Can you break up with Chad? We’re just friends. I won’t ever show up again.”

I gave her a blank stare. After she died, Chad acted like they were more than just friends. The day he said he would divorce me, I cut myself for the tenth time. When he came home, I was bleeding. He agreed to a divorce, and then asked, “Do you know what day it is?” I shook my head. He called me heartless. “You should be grateful. You’re just trying to run away. I hate you!” I yelled, “I wish you were dead with her!” The car suddenly spun out, and we went down the hill. He was still blaming me. I didn’t owe him anything. I wanted to see how it ended.