The Nasty Side of Love
Over the years, my family inevitably found itself swept along by the influence of the Sullivans.
A wave of clarity washed over me at this moment.
All along, this was how Blake had seen me.
Tears fell without warning, and my chest felt like it had been torn open, a massive, aching emptiness inside.
Blake was right. His family was twisted and monstrous in their own way.
And Blake—he was even worse. Cold, distant, and towering above me. Perhaps all these years, he had been watching me with detached eyes.
He never really believed in my love for him. His love for me was likely just another act.