CHAPTER TWENTY
KYLE’S POV
Being back in this town, the dreaded nostalgia and the familiar faces was just not doing it for me. The rage was back, brought about by the reminder of the pain this town caused me. Diego, Maisie. They were both dead and I’d lost whatever had been left of my family. All the beautiful memories of my childhood had been tarnished by that one defining moment of my life. How could everything just go downhill like? And why did I feel the need to hate Tristan more than I hated him now? It felt like I did not loathe him enough.
“You left, “Sandra spoke, making me realize we were still standing at the door, her gray eyes piercing through my soul. The anger had left her eyes and in its place was what I could term as pain mixed with disappointment.
“You wanted me to stic
