Chapter 115 Can't Hurt Him

• Rook POV
• “That’s supposed to fucking help?” My voice cracks, raw and furious. “That’s supposed to make any of this fucking better?” My hands tremble, my head shaking again as I pace, trying to get a grip, trying to breathe, but it’s not working. “I killed him.” The words taste foreign, bitter, acid burning the back of my throat. “I fucking killed him.”
• I remember that day, all I knew was he killed my grandfather. My father watches me, his expression unreadable, like he’s trying to gauge just how far I’m about to spiral.