Scar’s POV
Fuck. f**k. f**k.
I walked through the dark house, the storm still growling outside, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. The cold glass grounded me a little. I popped it open, then reached into my pocket and shook out two pills from the bottle she had handed me earlier. I swallowed them dry before taking a long pull from the beer.
These were the ones I had been looking for. My main cancer meds. It said it right there on the bottle in plain black letters. My chest tightened as the thought hit me all over again. I hoped Rachel had not seen the label, or I was f****d all over again.
Her laughter drifted in from the garage, soft and real, and it made something twitch inside me. The sound echoed through the house, cutting through the quiet in a way that hurt and healed at the sam
