CINNAMON
Why life? Why me?
I wasn’t asking for perfection. I wasn’t even asking for easy. Just one moment, one single moment, where I could breathe without the world collapsing around me.
But here I was. Marcus circling like a vulture, waiting for his moment to destroy what Dante and I had managed to build up until this point. And Mom, God, Mom, was worse. So much worse.
Merry freaking Christmas.
I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to stop the tears that wouldn’t stop coming. Think, Cinnamon. Think. I needed to get her to Alabama, to the hospital where they knew her case. But how? The blizzard had started six hours ago, and the roads were buried under snow that kept falling like the sky was angry.
And Dante had left. Just walked out into that storm without a word about where h
