The house is deathly silent. Sienna, Maddie, and the kids went to bed. It was a good distraction for a little while. It is nice to finally feel like part of a family. I can’t help but feel bad that Maddie is forced into a safehouse when it’s her due date tomorrow.
She tried to make me feel better, telling me she was having a home birth, anyway. Grayson won’t let her in a hospital unless absolutely necessary. Not after Frankie kidnapped her from one.
I should be surprised, shocked even. But I’m not. Not in this life.
Not when my boyfriend is torturing my ex-fiancé in a basement.
I lay in darkness, replaying today over in my head.
Did I make the right choice? What if I messed it up?
I muffle a cry with my hand. What if Eva is dead?
Guilt shreds through me. No matter what choice I made, I couldn’t win.
I hear the door slam downstairs. I’m worried about Luca. I know what it’s like to chase away nightmares, to live life numb.
He’s carried the weight of the world on his back for too long. The man who sacrifices everything for everyone else, never himself.
For once, he deserves to have the weight lifted from him. I want to share the burden with him. I want to fight for him.
I throw off the covers and put on one of his black t-shirts, letting it hang on me like a dress, and head down to find him.
