Becky's POV
As I clutched Paul's hand in the rear of the ambulance, I could hear his heavy breathing. Every roadblock seemed like a shock to my psyche, telling me that this was not done and that everything might still fall through my hands. His pallid, slick-sweat-covered face stood in sharp contrast to the power he had usually displayed. Looking at him similarly, I started crying uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry," I said, tightening his grasp. "This is all my fault."
He tried to open his eyes and gently moaned. Becky... pause. Do not point the finger at yourself.
But how could I not? I had been fleeing my past all this time, hoping some way it wouldn't catch up with me. Lydia and Samantha, though, had never let go. Paul was now paying for his involvement as well. I was mistaken; I had not
