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Stumbling inside River’s house, I barely registered the warmth of the entryway or the faint sound of the TV playing in the living room.
My chest felt tight, my breathing uneven and shallow as I kicked off my shoes and bolted straight for the hallway.
“River?” Mrs. Lane’s voice rang out from the kitchen, but I couldn’t answer her. Despite my throat closing, I continued.
I threw open the door to River’s room and slammed it shut behind me. My legs gave out the second I reached the bed, and I collapsed onto the mattress, fists clutching the sheets as the sobs ripped free from my chest.
It wasn’t about what Hunter did anymore. It was about what I almost did. What I could’ve done. I almost killed myself. But worse, I almost killed River.
I also recalled the hurtful things I had sa
