The events of earlier in the evening repeated over and over in Matt’s mind as he lay in bed. Rose slumbered softly next to him. He turned on his side to watch her, to appreciate the loveliness of her features in restful sleep. He brought his fingertips to her cheek, drew them over her skin, barely barely touching. She didn’t respond.
I hate you, he heard it repeat in his mind. Hate was a powerful word. It punched a wrench in his heart to know his own child hated him. He’d given all he had, and more often than not he gave much more, at the expense of himself. Heat rushed into his face, and tears stung his eyes. He slowly rose out of bed, and silently made his way to the living space.
Dany shot up in her bed, breath grating through the quiet night air, eyes wide in the dark. Her skin was c
