Emily Harper
Hot, salty tears continued to run down my cheeks as I stormed into the hallway to take the elevator. Rye's words were etched into my brain, burned there like a brand. You do not have the right to call me that after what you did to my father, you murderer!
Something broke inside my chest, shattering into millions of tiny pieces. I let out a quiet sob as my crying blurred my vision. I was still running, albeit blindly, as my own tears wouldn't listen to me. How could Rye think that? I wasn't a murderer. I didn't kill Mr. Lucas McMillan Sr.
All of a sudden, memories burst into my brain like a dam collapsing. I was instantly drowned, choking under the weight of the images flashing behind my closed eyelids. I remembered how Rye had looked at me, his eyes filled with love and lo
