Astor drives the Hennessey Venom GT back to my house to pick up the SUV while I stay close to Lena. She fell asleep in my arms, her hands still intertwined in Mike’s.
Poor Yelena. This is all my fault. I never should have come back home. If I hadn’t been curious and desperate to find out who I am, I never would have come home, never would have called that emergency number, never would have involved her. It would have been better if she had never found out I was still alive. Eventually, she would have moved on and forgotten about her revenge. Mike would still be alive and they would have both been happy.
But I came back and ruined everything. It’s my fault the three people in my life are dead. Mom, Kate and now Mike. Will it ever stop? How many more people will die because of me? Am I som
