CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR: TRUTHNOVA POV

Sam sat across from me at the small kitchen table, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee he hadn't touched. I'd made it for something to do with my hands, some semblance of normalcy before I shattered everything.

"You're scaring me," he said quietly. "Just tell me what's going on."

I looked at this man who'd spent six years of his life loving a ghost. Who'd built cribs for my babies and taught them how to ride bikes and kissed me like I was ...