Crystal's POV
My dress is ruined; soaked with tears. As Bryce cradles me on his lap, I sniff, struggling to stop myself from bursting into fresh tears.
Even though I thought I hated my uncle, knowing that he is dead and not to be seen ever again saddens me. I thought I hated him so much for what he did to me but I am wrong. He is still my blood, despite everything he did to me.
"I'm sorry, babe", Bryce's hot breath fans the back of my neck as he apologizes and I squeeze my eyes as more tears roll down my eyes.
I want to talk. I want to ask him some questions but I can't find my voice.
I am so disappointed. Why did he believe Jackson? What did Jackson tell him?
"I was so scared of losing you if this gets to the authorities. Coupled with the fact that he talked about you
