Andrew's hands traced the scars on her hand. He didn't say a single word but instead stared as small teardrops fell from his face onto her hands, covering the razor marks she'd made on her wrists.
For the first time, Andrew Hayes showed emotion. He was nothing more than a weak man, a vulnerable man who just didn't have it in him anymore. It was something he hid well. But all of a sudden, everything came down crashing.
His mistakes had caught up to him.
"I'm sorry." His voice quavered. Andrew Hayes had f****d up. Everything was slipping out of his grasp. "God Anisha, I'm f*****g sorry."
Anisha was the only one he had. Anisha had saved him. She had always saved him.
But he didn't know how to save her. He was the one who'd drowned her. He sure as hell didn't know how to save her.
"I'm
