Chapter 88
- Deric
- The worst part wasn’t that Ava was crying. It was the way she looked at me, like I was already dead.
- Her fingers clutched the front of my shirt like she was holding onto the last strand of sanity she had left. “Please don’t do this,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “You don’t have to go. You don’t owe him anything, Deric.”