Chapter 62

• Roxanne Meyers
• A few tears escaped down my cheeks, the only silent witnesses to the terrifying mix of emotions stirring inside me. I swallowed hard and looked at my little daughter. She was the spitting image of Salvatore, just in a tiny version.
• As I stroked Salvatore’s hand, I felt my eyes bored into me. I lifted my gaze cautiously and realized Kane was watching me in silence, as if passing judgment, as if I were to blame Salvatore’s condition, as if all of this were my responsibility.