“I feel empty,” I whispered as I cuddled up against Thorne.
“I know,” he said, and I sighed softly as I leaned back and looked up at him.
“I thought I would be angry,” I admitted. “I mean…I am angry, but I’m also sad…and tired…I feel like I just…want to scream,”
“So? Do it,” he said, and there was something in his gaze. Something that told me he was here for me. That he stood by me.
“I do not know what to do,” I said, and the words tumbled, quick, unpretty, and real. “He is my father. He has always been the wall and the door and the one who told me where to stand. He looked at me like I was a miracle and a problem at the same time. Hayden looked at me like a ghost. I wanted to spit. I wanted to cry. I wanted to drag them both into the trees and make them look at the ground where my p
