Nathan’s P.O.V

Looking at Tristan just standing there, I couldn’t control my anger any longer. My fists clenched so tight my knuckles were white, and the words spilled out of me in a furious torrent.

“You…you're the goddamn reason for all of this! Every single mess, every screw-up, every problem I’ve had to deal with? It’s because of you!” I didn’t hold back, my voice raw, shaking with rage.

“How can you live with yourself after everything you’ve done? ...