She couldn’t.
But as the head of this family and the boss at the FBI, each and every death was on her.
Jet Donato.
Vivian Hill.
Rayna RunningWolf.
She’d carry those bruises to her heart because she’d chosen this path.
Or this path had chosen her.
She wasn’t quite sure which it was anymore. What seemed like choice now felt like Fate handing her a bucket of shit.
Honestly, more times than not, this was a burden and a curse. Wading through the blood of the dead was not something she’d wish on just anyone.
Trust and believe.
As the elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened, Chris was standing there.
Watching her.
He was taking it in, and his wife looked beyond tired. With everything that had happened in the last year, he knew she was wearing thin.
With Charlie, their daughter, nearly dying.
With Wyler’s cancer coming back.
With the chase to this side of the country.
To Ethan telling her he couldn’t go back to DC.
And now this?
How much more could his woman take before she cracked?
He wasn’t one hundred percent sure, but he knew her breaking point was right there. They were merely dancing around it, flirting with the disaster that would happen when it shattered apart around them.
Then, it would be cataclysmic.
He could tell.
“Elizabeth.”
When he headed in, she moved into his body and just put her head on his shoulder.
She was broken inside.
Not all the rage and revenge in the universe would make any of this right. The twisted evil of one man, taught to his son, had pretty much decimated their world.
And she didn’t know how to undo it.
For the life of her, she didn’t think she had the strength to fix them when she didn’t know how to fix herself.
This was going to take time to fix, and she knew it. What she didn’t know was if she had the strength to do the repairs. For the first time in her life, she was officially done.
Empty.
