Bleeding out in my arms. No final words as she choked on her own blood. Olivia's last two minutes on the face of this earth would have been filled with hot, searing, unimaginable pain. Then she would have just been gone. Nothing I could do to save her. Dead. My baby girl, my reason for breathing these last two weeks, would have been dead.
My hands trembled slightly, the images flooding my brain. How many deaths had I seen play out before my eyes? I didn't flinch anymore but for her? I'd lose my f*****g mind. Burn the world to the ground hunting Marino and his people until one of them finally put me down. That would be the only way to live with knowing I couldn't save her.
My fault if she touched those f*****g roses. Just like Lance dying was on me. Should have found another way to leav
