Kylie’s POV
The pain I felt after Yamah left was unbearable.
It pressed against my ears, my chest, my thoughts. The door had barely closed behind him before the weight of what I’d just done came crashing down on me. I stood there, frozen, watching the space where he had been, my heart racing like I’d made the wrong choice but didn’t yet know how to undo it.
Liam noticed.
Well I was surprised that he did, when all he did all over the years was ignore me.
“You didn’t follow him,” he said softly, almost surprised.
I didn’t answer.
“You could’ve,” he added. “You wanted to.”
I turned away from him, wrapping my arms around myself. “Please don’t. Not now”
His voice changed then. Less strict, Almost… tired.
“You know,” he said quietly, “my sister is dead.”
The words landed slowly, like
