The sound of Heaven’s sobs buzzed in Layne’s ears. He hadn’t lost sight of her since Dylan gripped her arms. From that point, he fought the urge to wedge himself between them, not just because he wanted to protect Heaven. He wanted Dylan to take his anger out on him. This was his fault, not hers.
Heaven’s knees met the carpet as she curled forward, rocking back and forth. Each time her chest heaved, Layne felt like he was suffocating. He hated seeing her in pain and knowing his stupid actions made it worse.
He kneeled in front of her, debating on whether to grab her in his arms.
“Please know that I never meant for any of this to—”
The words stuck in his dry throat when she waved away his comment. Her lips puckered, making his chest tighter.
“Heaven. Don’t cry. It’s not as bad as you t
