Chapter Twenty-Six
Spencer
My head spun. How did I not see this? How did I not connect the dots while seeing what Claire did? I wrote the damn thing!
I stood in the corner of the office while G digested what I just shared. Once again, the horrible stress lines that had haunted my uncle’s eyes returned, and if possible, they’d deepened.
My knees felt like they were holding up the world, and my stomach decided to set up shop in my throat.
“Say something, G,” I whispered. “Yell at me or something, because the demons that are running inside me have a hell of a grip on my sanity.”
“I…” He tried to speak, but nothing came out.
“G!” I shouted through a plea. “Give me something!”
“I’m so f*****g pissed!” he shouted and slammed his fists onto his desk. “How? How the hell did this happen?”
