Marissa POV
I carefully parted his hair, my stomach doing a slow, sick roll as the wound finally came into view. It was deep a jagged, angry red canyon in his skin that made me flinch. I grabbed a cotton ball with the holder, my fingers surprisingly steady despite the tequila still humming in my veins. I worked in silence, dabbing away the thick red fluid until the flow finally slowed to a sluggish crawl. Only then did I allow myself a shaky sigh of relief.
"Look at us, babe... look what we have turned into," Ethan murmured. His eyes were fixed on mine, swimming with that practiced, heavy sorrow he used whenever he needed to be forgiven. "A huge pile of mess."
"Don’t talk as if you didn't destroy this very home we built by yourself, Ethan!" I snapped. I didn't look at him. I focused ent
