Claimed By My Ex's Uncle
The moment my face pressed against his chest, the dam that hadn’t dried in days cracked open again.
Silent tears slipped down my cheeks, soaking into his shirt. I didn’t sob or wail, just cried, like my soul was quietly bleeding through every drop.
“Hey, hey ...”
Derek pulled back slightly, cupping the back of my head.
“Why are you crying like this, Whisker? Did someone hurt you?”
I shook my head, but that only made the ache worse. My knees gave up a little, so he held me up, helping me to sit on the edge of the bed.