~Hermes~

I thought the worst thing I'd ever done to her was leave.

I was wrong.

I stand in front of June—my woman, my fiancée, the mother of my child—and for the first time in my life, I realize something that makes my chest ache worse than the bullet ever did.

I didn't just lie to her.

I trained her to doubt her own reality.

Every time she asked what was wrong and I said nothing.

Every time she felt something was off and I kissed it away.

Every time she loved me harder while I was ...