Raven’s P.O.V.
I don’t know how long I sat there, my face buried in my hands, my whole body shaking from the weight of everything crashing down on me. Gran still had her arms around me, her hands rubbing slow, soothing circles on my back like she used to when I was a kid. Adam was silent beside me, his grip on my shoulder steady, grounding. But it didn’t stop the pain.
I had lost everything.
My parents.
My family.
Jojo.
God, Jojo.
The memory of her face—her eyes filled with pain, her voice shaking as she told me she loved me, that she would have gone through everything if the endgame was me—burned itself into my skull. And then the way that pain hardened, turned into something stronger, more resolute. The way she had walked away.
She was gone.
And it was my fault.
I sucked in a s
