CHAPTER 10.
GRIEF.
~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~
As I draw closer to the room, I realize it’s Ripper.
He’s sobbing—openly, uncontrollably. He hugs the cold corpse gently, tears slipping down his cheeks as if they have been waiting behind his ribs for permission to fall.
My breath catches in my throat at the sight of him.
I have never seen a man that big cry like this.
Matt didn't cry this deeply when Daisy died.
Ripper kneels beside the bed, his forehead pressed against Warrick’s still chest. His massive shoulders shake with every sob. He cries like someone who has lost something vital—something irreplaceable.
He must’ve been close to Warrick.
I stand frozen in the doorway, unable to move… unable to look away. Part of me wants to help, the way he helped me out there. But I don’t feel th
