ISABEL'S POV.
His words knocked the breath out of me.
"I never should have existed, Isabel. I should have died in the womb."
For a long time I stood frozen in place, my heart hammering in my chest as his words replayed in my head. I have seen Leo in many states—angry, cold, indifferent—but never like this. Never so broken. Unless of course if you count that one night when he first told me about Henrietta, but that was different. That night I understood completely, but right now...
What could possibly have Leo in such a bad mood? What could possibly have angered him so much to a point where he would call himself useless and wish himself dead?
He sat there, shoulders hunched, his bloodstained hands trembling in his lap. The room was still very dark, but I could see the exhaustion on his
