But it hadn't done a damn thing. She stayed right there, stubbornly rooted in the deepest trenches of my heart.
So, when she had asked me to drive her back and insisted after I’d tried to make her see reason, I’d swallowed my pride and ate the serving of s**t. Having a tiny, fragmented piece of her as a brother was infinitely better than having nothing at all.
Which brought me right back to the present nightmare.
It was taking every ounce of my strength to take her back to him. That piece of s**t had abandoned her, and she’d almost died because of it: the sight of her curled up in my bed, broken, still smelling of the hospital and begging me to take her back to Mirror Lake, had been heart-wrenching. Haunting, even.
But, as she had reminded me, it wasn't my choice to make.
Beside me, K
