Flint’s POVAttachments have never come easy for me. One way or another, people let you down. My father, Lorcan’s mom, Lorcan—all of them fucked me over. Saving Sierra is the only time in my life when I’ve let someone down by doing the right thing. This decision feels like shit, so it’s no wonder I’ve never bothered before. Who would choose to have their heart ripped out?When I’m called for my first visiting hour at the federal prison, I debate having them tell Sierra to go home to her kid. But the only remedy to this terrible ache is likely her, even if the relief happens through a glass partition. I’m weak, so fucking weak when it comes to her. I travel to the cubicles like a man walking the gangplank.Yeah, I’ll feel better gazing into those whiskey eyes. Then when she leaves, my chest will burn a hell of a lot worse. She can’t stay; I can’t go.I take the seat across from her, and we scan each other in silence. A frown mars her face, and she picks up the phone. After a second, I
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