Brandon's POV
After Bella's death nothing remained the same. I was back in London. I was living in the apartment I gifted to Lily. It had her scent, it reminded me of her and I needed that.
My connection with Dad weakened. We weren't the same before. When I killed Bella, dad had no expression of anger. He didn't say a thing.
But why did he not? Why didn't he scold me? Yell at me? Make me realise my fault. I awaited the talk, where dad would shout and scream. And that would somehow lessen the guilt.
Like I was getting punished, but the truth is, I got away with it, every single time I've gotten away with it. The was no judge and there was no one to provide justice.
I wasn't made to repent my actions, so my actions still live. They hang around my neck like a heavy chain. I wish ther
