Goose
The statement hit me harder than it should have, probably because I'd thought the same thing about myself. I should have known Brooklyn was going to try something worse than what she already had, and I didn't see it.
"This isn't on you. None of us knew. None of us saw this coming.”
I said, watching her as she continued to wet the rag in her hand. Her eyes not leaving the task, she was obviously used to being busy.
"Hey, we knew she was obsessed. We knew she was trying s**t. We thought bringing her in closer would help with the club's rules. But none of us saw this. You don't get to put this on you. Not now, not ever."
Lyssa nodded once, eyes still on the rag in her hands. Slowly, she stepped closer and took my hand. The first press of the wet cloth to my skin stung like hell
