KANE'S POV

An hour, that’s probably how long I stayed under the water, maybe more. I only knew because when I finally looked at my hands, my skin was wrinkled like paper left in the rain. Pathetic, sitting there until the water went lukewarm, clinging to it like it could wash her out of my head. It didn’t, nothing ever does.

I stepped out and dried my body off, threw clothes on without thinking, each movement was mechanical. Pull the shirt, tug the pants. Nothing felt right. My ...