Antonella
“I’m sorry, Ella,” Bruce whispers as he lifts me in his arms and carries me into the bed.
He kicks the door shut and then sits down at the edge of the bed, cradling me on his lap.
I rest my pounding head against his shoulder, and fresh tears warm my cheeks.
It feels like I’m going to explode, but instead, my voice is empty when I whisper, “It never stops.”
Bruce presses a hand to my cheek, and it feels as if he’s trying to engulf me with his body so nothing can ever touch me again.
A sob bursts over my lips as I curl into his warmth.
“Make it stop.”
“I wish I could. Christ, more than anything, I wish I could,” he rasps, sounding just as devastated as I feel.
Bruce just holds me until I finally manage to regain control over the tormenting flashes, and I calm down enoug
