Reed
Her broken sobs and every single tear that slid down her pale cheeks felt like a knife twisting directly into my chest.
She curled into herself on the sofa. She looked completely shattered. The eighteen-year-old girl inside her mind was terrified. She was mourning a life she had lived but could no longer reach, apologizing for a tragedy that was entirely my fault.
If I hadn't pushed her so hard, if I hadn't suffocated her with my possessive need to keep her, she never would have been in that car.
I swallowed the bitter guilt burning in my throat and tightened my hold on the little boy in my arms.
William shifted against my chest, gripping my shirt. He was too young to understand amnesia but he was smart enough to know that his mother was crying and it was scaring him.
His lower
