"Are you alright?"
I heard Eric’s voice, low and rumbling, but it sounded like it was coming from underwater. My mind was somewhere else, replaying the look of pure hatred on Chloe’s face. The slamming door echoed in my ears, louder than any thunder.
How could I lose the one most important person in my life—my sister in everything but blood—due to my own selfishness? I had traded a friendship for a marriage I didn't ask for.
"I am fine, Eric," I lied, my voice hollow. I was gripping the hem of my shirt so tightly my knuckles had turned white.
He didn't believe me. He stepped into my personal space, his scent of sandalwood and rain enveloping me. He placed a large, warm hand on my cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear I hadn't realized had fallen, guiding my gaze up to meet his intense
