Scar’s POV
After what felt like forever, I finally got to go home from the hospital, but the sense of relief I expected never came because the house felt too quiet and too heavy the moment I stepped inside.
Ace had been handling my s**t while I was gone and keeping things running for me, and although he had warned me that he had some bad s**t to tell me, he still had not said what it was, which sat in the back of my mind like a growing weight.
Since getting home, I had been keeping my distance from Rachel, not because I wanted to, but because I could not deal with the questions I knew she would ask about what was wrong with me, and even though we were getting married today and I had no choice but to be around her, I still found myself retreating whenever I could. The truth was that m
