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He’s not even angry or scared anymore.
He looks...like he’s a million miles away.
A haunted man watching his wife die in front of him.
Anger stabs through me, fiery and unexpected. It’s too early to judge, but if I find out this was some kind of overdose, I swear to God.
Dad doesn’t deserve this.
And she hasn’t deserved him since the day they met.
He won’t move away from the grisly scene as we stand there, watching the medics as they load her onto a stretcher.
Chris stands in the corner, talking to the police officer who just showed up. The muscles on his back ripple like a mountain face catching light, masculine and powerful and conflicted.
If anyone saved her tonight, it’s definitely the son she’s treated like absolute crap.
Irony of ironies,I think bitterly.
And just before they wheel her to the ambulance, Evie lurches up so suddenly I almost go through the ceiling.
Dad rushes forward while she’s coughing.
“Oh, Evie. Oh, thank Christ! You’re going to be okay, honey. Remember, deep, slow breaths.” Dad follows them to the ambulance, holding her hand so tenderly it makes me sad and angry all over again.
He cares so flipping much—and I have an ugly feeling she almost killed herself with barely a second thought.
I sigh, wondering what the lab reports will say.
I turn to talk to Chris, but he’s backing away alone. He keeps his distance, his green eyes guarded.
I want to call out to him, but I can’t find the words.
And before I do, he’s walking up the stairs with heavy, plodding steps that kick at my heart until it spins.
* * *
Sleep?What’s that?
I can’t remember the last time I felt rested.
Sometime before Vegas for sure.
Hell, maybe before Mr. Badass Enigma walked into my life, dragging his psycho mother behind him.
It’s a grey summer morning with fog fading over the ocean, and I’m already exhausted.
Dad texted me a couple hours after they arrived at the hospital. Evie was pretty well stabilized by the time the medics hauled her away.
I know a big part of that is thanks to Chris.
I can’t even imagine what state he’s in.
After dragging through the kitchen, I take my breakfast by the pool and nod off. But I wake up about half an hour later to find him dozing in the chair next to me.
I sit up, gently brushing my fingers against his.
“Chris? Everything okay?” I hold my breath until he stirs.
