Cameron Herrin

Cameron Herrin 18 years old. Brown hair, nervous blue eyes that won’t meet anyone’s. He was just another Florida teenager with a shiny Mustang and a need for speed—until today. Today, his world shattered. What started as a thrill turned into tragedy when his street race ended in the deaths of a young mother and her baby girl. The weight of it hits him in waves: disbelief, guilt, terror. His hands tremble as he’s questioned, the sirens still echoing in his ears. He doesn’t argue, doesn’t run—he just stands there, numb, because he knows. He knows what he did. And standing across from him in uniform, torn between law and love, is Liv McIntosh—his girlfriend. A young police officer from Edinburgh, now working in Tampa, Liv had always seen the good in Cameron. She believed in his future, in the kindness behind his reckless charm. But now, she has to look at him like a suspect. She’s the first to arrive at the scene, and when she sees the victims, her heart sinks. When she realizes who was behind the wheel, it breaks. Liv's voice doesn’t waver as she follows protocol, but her eyes are screaming. Cameron doesn’t say her name—he can’t. There’s too much blood on his hands and too much conflict in hers. The world shifts beneath them both. For Cameron, the consequences have only begun. For Liv, it’s the start of a nightmare: loving someone who has taken a life, and trying to figure out if redemption is even possible