Thank f**k the kid knows how to keep a secret. Those precious moments of time that he bought me to eavesdrop were worth every dime I own.
I know it was wrong, but I don’t f*****g care. I need to make sure that Bailey is safe. Even if it’s from her own sister. The woman doesn’t see Bailey. Not the way I see her, and it f*****g irks my soul.
Part of me wants to strangle her for telling Bailey how absolutely f****d up I was while she was in her coma. Every day felt like I woke up in a new nightmare. Everything ached with new intensity because we were now one.
Sure, every day for the last few months has been hell. Something shifted that night in Blue Ridge, and nothing was the same afterward. But it was nothing like the hell I experienced watching her lie lifeless in bed, never knowing i
