DANI
Damien turns to look at me with a hopeful and sympathetic look on his face.
"Yes." He smiles. "You know you can tell me anything. I'm your husband. That's my job."
My heart shatters at his sweet words. I ruined his life and his mother's life. He shouldn't be sweet to me.
I bury my face in my hands and burst into tears again. I've had bouts of brutal meltdowns since finding out that I'm the one responsible for Camille's accident. I didn't just put Camille in a wheelchair, I also murdered her boyfriend. I deserve to die.
The worst part is just how wonderful and warm Damien is. When he pulled me close for a hug earlier, I couldn't stand being in his arms. The guilt was burning every inch of my skin when he touched me. So I pulled away and ran upstairs. I know he thinks that I'm all
