Nicholas POV:

She nodded, giving me another sad smile before entering the room.

I was escorted to the waiting area, finding my mother sobbing in a chair with my father kneeling in front of her. He stood as I approached.

"Have they told you anything?"

I shook my head. "No. Nothing."

He looked down at my hands. "You should clean yourself up."

I glanced down to see what he meant and found my hands covered with dried blood. Willow's blood.

I had her blood on my hands, both literally and ...