LANDON’S POV
I stare at the picture on my phone. It’s an old photo—me and my sister. Our arms are slung around each other, smiling at the camera like we had the whole world ahead of us. But she’s gone. And it’s my fault.
I swallow hard, but the lump in my throat doesn’t budge. My chest tightens as a familiar wave of guilt crashes over me. If I hadn’t—if I had just—damn it. I clench my jaw and shut my eyes, but the image is still there, burned into my mind.
Valentine’s Day is coming. A day most people celebrate with flowers, chocolates, and love. For me, it’s just another painful reminder of everything I lost. Another year without her. Another year of regret. My hands tremble as I press the phone against my forehead, inhaling sharply. I will never forgive myself. Ever.
“Landon.”
I bare
