KNOX
I’ve done worse.
Worse things.
To worse people.
I have done things that would keep most people up at night, gnawing at their souls, but I always slept just fine.
When did that end? Because sleep seemed to have eluded me. The moment I shut my eyes, her face was the first thing I saw.
Those huge eyes staring at me with so much fear in them. That wasn’t the kind of person I wanted to be to her.
Every single time after that, all I saw was the way her eyes filled with so much fear and hatred toward me. Even the way she slammed that damn door in my face like I was some kind of monster still stuck to my memory, and maybe I was.
I wouldn’t usually mind that.
But this—this tightness in my chest, this constant ache gnawing at my ribs wasn’t just guilt. Funny, it could be but o wou
