Chapter 62: Trophies and tears

There is something about coming back to the place of trauma that is supposed to be healing. Whatever it is seems to be fucking escaping me though. I have fought through terrible shit when I lost my family and thought I lost my best friend. I had witnessed things, done things that should color my nightmares red, but I could survive those, get through them all alone. So why does it feel so much harder to face the place where I almost died with my mate helping me through it?

Maybe it’s just still fresh, but I have an inkling it’s because for the first time in my life I was weak. I could have never been able to protect Ivy had they gone for her. If they wanted to do to her what they did to Sarah, I would have failed her. And I’m realizing that’s the scariest part about this place. It’s not that I almost died, or that I was in extreme mind-numbing pain for days on end. It’s the painful reality that she could have died because I wasn’t enough to keep her safe.

-Enough- Ivy’s voice echoes t