18
Knox
Present Day
The hardest thing I ever did was sit outside the stairwell and listen to her cry.
Bad s**t had happened to me, things I relived in my darkest nightmares, but I’d always been able to fight back, rage against those attacks, react. Forcing myself to not react as Felicity wept because I had hurt her slaughtered me. Something inside me withered and then crumbled into dust.
Probably my humanity.
This was best for her, though; that’s what I kept telling myself. I could only hurt her if I reentered her life.
So why the hell was she out there, bawling after I’d attempted to do the right goddamn thing? She needed to stop. She needed to stop weeping, or I was going to lose it.
I pressed my back against the wall, rested my elbows on my bent knees and cradled my head in my h
