Pierce
Two and a half months. Two and a half f*****g months of pure misery, and she had finally come to her damn senses. The relief I experienced was monumental. I knew she would ponder whether I had moved on, forgotten about her. As if I had faked all those phone calls, begging her to come back, begging her to let me come get her. I never begged for just anyone. She should have known as much.
She had tried to settle in Chicago, of all places. And I wasn’t there. Again. I wasn’t there to protect her. I wasn’t there when Kenny showed up. Made sense that the prick had followed her. He had probably gotten on the train right after hers to hunt her down. I had been hunting for him in Portland the entire two and a half months and hadn’t found a lick of a trail. He had probably tri
