RIVEN BLACKWOOD POV

Hazel had cried for me. And I still couldn't wrap my mind around it.

She'd shed ugly tears for my pain and kissed my scars as if they were the most beautiful part of me.

I pressed the shower button, my head dropping against the wall as the water poured in torrents around me, beating hard against my neck and back.

Hazel was killing me.

She'd cried for me, and it wasn't just because she pitied me; no, I could tell by her eyes that she'd been truly hurt that I was ...