Tyler's POV
“Let’s go,” Emily said sharply as she grabbed Wendy’s wrist and stormed out.
I stood there like an i***t, watching the two of them disappear through the door, watching the anger all over her face. And I knew I was the reason for every single bit of it.
The bandage on her head was because of my sister. And the worst part? This wasn’t even the first time Emily had gotten hurt because of me. Everything bruise, every tear, every sleepless night, somehow led back to me.
And now she wanted a job, I didn't like the idea. Not because I didn't want her to have freedom, but because she had to “fend for herself.”
That sentence had been stabbing me nonstop since she said it.
I could take care of her. I wanted to take care of her. I had the ability. I had t
