He’s trying to make this situation right. His moral code overrules everything in his heart. Too soft for his own good.

I glare his way as he meets mine for a second and then looks away. I can’t even hear her response as the bubbling rage of blood bursting through my head is drowning everything else out, and I lift that chin a little higher. Ache and pain drown me inside, chest heavy with the sudden weight of how much this hurts, yet I stand my ground. Dry-eyed and tight-lipped. I ...