Thirteen Years Ago, Summer
Darcy felt his heart throbbing intensely as he hid behind the door to his room, listening to his parents talking to Dr. Young.
“Chest infection,” Dr. Young said. “Pneumonia. All she needs is an antibiotic and a lot of rest.”
“It must be from the drowning,” James said.
Darcy felt tears sting his eyes and his stomach hollowed. At that moment, he hated himself so much that he wanted to beat himself.
How could he let this happen to his Snow? How could he let Alaina and Tara push her off the cliff? How could he just stand there in the distance and watch as she fell into the sea? He was a coward. A nuisance. A no-good weakling who didn’t deserve to be called a Princeton. He was ashamed of himself.
Darcy hugged himself into a ball in the corner of hi
