Chapter 11
- STRIKER
- When the door squeaked, I felt it was her. Her presence just made the room too small for us. “You’re leaving again.”
- “I’m not.” I couldn’t even look her in the eye. I was guilty of abandoning her years ago. It was still my fault that her mind and emotions were so volatile and fragile at that time, and it felt like I took advantage of it and didn’t think of the consequences.