Chapter 117
Jake’s POV
She looked at me and our tears were matching. Mine a little less, as I channelled my energy more into anger and fury raising and brimming with all her saddened expression looking back at me, our chest raising and falling and dripping with tears rushing down to fall and fiddle and wet our shirts. No one care about shirts, I care just about her and things I can do that can purge the expression of hopelessness that stays forever on her face, I hate it more and more and just so much more. Our eyes dark as blood, probably blood. Words stay locked in my mouth, she didn’t expect me to speak, I couldn’t. I couldn’t speak, or tell her how sorry I was for what she had to go through and she was just three. Just three, a child who knows nothing more that her parents, confide i
