Chapter Ninety-Two
“Since mom passed. I, I’ve tried to...” He paused not saying it and I felt something twist in my chest. “But I couldn’t. My beast wouldn’t let me end it no matter how hard I tried.”
“Adam, why didn’t you come to me? You’ve been struggling for months.”
“And say what? That I’m losing my grip on things, that I’m getting closer and closer to the edge?” He dragged his fingers through his wavy hair, pushing the strands back from his face. Standing up, he started to pace. “You hated me, Spencer. Why would I have come to you with this?”
Spencer didn’t say anything and I didn’t either. I wasn’t sure what to say or even what to think.
My mind was a jumbled mess of emotions, fear, and confusion. But I knew one thing for certain; we had to help Adam. We couldn’t let him spiral
