m, his hands clenched into fists. The confident satisf

ent back upstairs, drawn

s he had left it. The tub was a horrifying basin of dried, br

him like a p

umbled back, his hand flying to his mouth as he choked back bile. The reality

victory anymore. It was

I couldn't name, tore from his throat. He grabbed his

don't care what you get f

d the phone against the tiled wall. It exp

't grief. It was something more like horrified self-realizatio

A year ago, I had stood in this very spo

heart aching with the need for his ap

n make up for a life? You have her heart, Elara. That's all you'

amed myself for his pain, fo

t, a single, cold thought f

You will learn the truth