Rayven is furious with me, and I’m a failure.
I failed to bring back his brother. I failed to tell him about my unexpected shopping trip. I let him blame me. This isn’t Senna’s fault. This isn’t Quinn’s fault. They were only following their Luna.
He’s gripping his hair, pacing our bedroom from the windows to the door. I’m sitting on the bed, wrapped in our covers, letting the tears fall like leaves from a tree in autumn.
He isn’t saying anything, and the silence is deafening. It’s worse than anything his words could say to me right now.
He leaves. I’m not sure where he goes, but he doesn’t come back to bed that night. The wedge between us has returned.
I sleep fitfully, and my eyes are red-rimmed the next morning. I see Rayven in the kitchen, but he ignores me. He’s still angry.
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