Cole’s POV

The cold night air hits my face the moment I step outside, sharp enough to sting. For a brief second, I welcome it because it feels like it cools me down and gives me something else to think about, something that is not the sound of Elena’s voice breaking behind me or the image of her standing in the living room with tears in her eyes, torn between the sister she grew up with and the children she would give her life for without hesitation. I don’t know where I’m going as I ...