Adam

Fury gnawed at my insides as I stormed out of the hospital. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to turn back and apologize, but I let my ego win. Regret, sharp and bitter, twisted in his gut. Leaving didn't solve anything. It didn't bring Hazel any closer, nor did it magically erase the possessiveness in Williams' eyes. I had seen it, the way Williams held her hand, a silent claim of ownership. It mirrored the cold, calculating grip my own father used whenever he introduced a 'potential ...