Chapter 64 Beg For My Help

• Tatiana’s POV
• The air left my lungs the moment the words left his mouth. Who are you planning to destroy this time? It was as if someone had reached inside my chest and crushed my heart between their fingers. I wanted to say it wasn’t like that, that I’d changed, that I’d spent every damn night paying for what I did. But the truth that crawled up my throat was ugly. I had ruined his life.
• Of course I had thought about him. Five years is long enough for wounds to scab but not long enough for the scar to fade. His name still scratched the inside of my head when I tried to sleep. Sometimes when I was desperate and alone, I’d touch myself as I picture him in an orange suit, jaw tense, eyes like fire even behind prison glass. I’d imagine touching him through the glass, imagine the heat of his body, and then I’d hate myself for it.