“Vince,” Both Lucy and Tracy seemed way more shocked about my arrival than normal. Anyone would think I caught them doing some voodoo s**t.
“Lucy,” I greeted again. Then my gaze went to Richard. And suddenly, I felt an overwhelming sadness and a crippling guilt.
Convincing myself that I wasn't the worst friend for going after Richard's daughter might have excused me of the guilt for this long. But right here, right now, I was feeling every bit of it and it wasn't a nice feeling.
I walked closer to the bed. Seeing him all pale and lifeless struck up a note of nostalgia in me. He was so lively and bubbly the last time I saw him. Who'd ever thought I'd see him like this?
Maybe it was indeed my fault. Maybe if I hadn't run off for two years like a heartbroken teenager. Maybe if I hadn't
