Amber's POV
I stare at the note like the words are going to rearrange themselves and tell me it's all a joke. The morbid ink stares back at me as if it's happy to be the bearer of bad news. All I can think about is how Kayla must've felt. Did she know what he was going to do to her? I should've paid more attention to who she was with at that bar.
Kayla is dead because of me. Nothing will change that. The fresh wave of guilt brings an undertow of grief with it. I cry like I haven't already used up all my tears, but the tears can't carry away the pain. Kayla was that bubbly girl everyone loves. She loved to have fun, and she always dreamed of her happily ever after. Now, Kayla is gone. Her future is snuffed out. Her parents will never have grandchildren. Her mate will never have a sh
