ZANE
The house was too quiet. I woke up to silence instead of her soft breathing and there was no weight of her body curled against me. The side of the bed where Tessa should have been was cold and my chest tightened, not from the wound healing under my ribs but from something deeper and uglier. Oh God, what have I done?
I had yelled at her last night… no, I had screamed. And the words that I had thrown at her still echoed in my head. I had pushed her away like I always did, like it was the only way I knew how to protect anyone I loved. But who was I really protecting? Her, or myself?
I shouldn’t have pushed everyone out like that because I knew full well that none of this was their fault, but I just didn’t know how to handle the situation. f*****g i***t.
“Tessa,” I called out her nam
