Allison’s POV

Maybe Rico wasn't wrong.

Maybe I was a cancer to Luca's life, just like he said.

Maybe I didn't deserve him, didn't deserve his love, his trust.

He wouldn't be bleeding in his stomach and fighting for his life if I had trusted and loved him like he did me.

My hands shivered on my thighs, clammy with sweat, and no matter how hard I cleaned them on my pants, they still sweated, still carried the guilt of what I had done. I hadn't just betrayed him. I had shot him. Henry might ...