Seeing what he had done, Rio raked a trembling hand through his hair and let out a guttural roar.
"f**k!" I heard him yell.
"You caused this! You're a bad and selfish father," his voice cracked under the weight of his emotions.
"Mother would still be alive if you hadn't…" His voice trailed off, choking with pain. "Stay away from us!" Rio screamed, and without another glance, he turned and stormed toward the car.
He didn't look back.
Just like ten years ago.
He didn't say sorry.
He didn't even pause for a second.
My knee was bleeding. A deep scrape oozed blood as I tried to sit up, my heart pounding from both the physical pain and the emotional shock of what had just unfolded.
"Let me see," Jackson said softly, kneeling beside me. He pulled a white handkerchief
