Arden:
We made it to Reed’s place. He didn’t trust me not to off myself if I were alone. I sat slumped on the couch with my face in my hands. I couldn’t bear the weight of my grief; it came rushing from me in screaming sobs. I hadn’t felt this type of guilt, anguish, or pain since I lost my daughter. I had forgotten how f.u.c.k.i.n.g badly loss hurts.
Reed left me in his living room while he was getting his laptop.
Not even the clacking of his fingers making magic happen across his keyboard while looking for Benjamin could stop this pain.
“The son of a b.i.t.c.h.” he grumbled.
“What?” I yelled, thinking he had lost track of him after he left Tawman.
“He watched her go under after he ran her off the bridge.” I had never seen Reed so angry. He may not have romantic feelings for Ash
