Chapter 30
Blake sat by the kitchen table, his mind a violent explosion of emotion. The casual noise of the house—Maddie and Ryan still yelling over the PlayStation, Mark quietly eating—seemed blasphemous against the backdrop of the trauma Liv had endured. He wanted to yell, to cry, to put his fist through a wall—all at the same time, all for her. The thought of the small, fierce, magnificent woman next door enduring abuse, neglect, and the sheer terror of systemic failure was unbearable. He pushed off the table, the chair scraping loudly against the linoleum. “I’ll be right back,” he choked out, his voice hoarse. Travis immediately looked down from the top of the stairs, worry etched across his face. “B? What’s wrong?” Blake ignored him. He ran upstairs, ignoring the damp clothes scattered on his
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