Chapter 29: Hollow

Declan

I watch my brother and Santana step into the bus with a hollow feeling in my stomach. Every part of me objects to the idea of letting them go. Biting my lip, I pucker my mouth and tighten my fists around my cell phone. The look on Connor’s face as he walked away was nearly crippling, but it was worse to see Santana’s resigned yet disappointed expression. She hates me, and I don’t blame her. I’m a coward who let her shoulder the responsibility of caring for my brother without a fight and the man who made love to her with no promises. And even though it was the right thing to do, it still stung to wake up alone in her bed.

My body aches from the exertion of trying not to run after them. Before I do something stupid, I turn to my car and drive away. It's the longest, most difficult drive I’ve ever experienced. Rubbing my chest, I swallow hard and inhale deeply, but the ache doesn’t abate. If anything, it feels worse. It gets to t