RIVER

My eyes fluttered open the next morning with my hair scattered all over the bed and my hand on his chest. I raised my head slightly to stare at his face and how delicate it was.

We had spent the night talking about father’s expectations and why he can’t meet them. How he would like to leave a legacy of himself.

“Caleb has always haunted me,” he admitted when my eyes were already dropping, but I heard him loud and clear.

“Taylor? River?” Ashley let herself into the room, and ...