CLARISSA’S POV
The moment the words leave Landon’s mouth, I freeze. My breath catches in my throat. My mind struggles to process what he just said.
"It's my fault my sister died."
I stare at him with my heart pounding in my chest. He sits down on the poolside chair. His shoulders slumps, probably under the weight of whatever darkness he’s carried for years. I’ve never even heard him mention a sister before, and now, this?
I didn’t even know he had a sister.
“What?” I finally manage to whisper.
Landon leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. He runs his fingers through his already tousled hair. He exhales sharply, like he’s been holding this in for too long, like it’s burning him alive. He doesn’t look at me when he repeats himself.
“It’s my fault Christie died.”
I lower my
