♥ Jethro ♥
I carried the guilt around like a blanket that was wrapped around me too tightly. Chloe’s panic attack had left a bitter taste in my mouth. I was thankful Lee-Ann had stopped by, but I was ashamed that I hadn’t been there for her. Chloe needed me, and even though there were moments when I caught her smiling, it never lasted long. I sat across from her in the sun-drenched lounge, but my coffee had grown cold on the coffee table. I watched as she curled her legs beneath her on the couch. She looked better physically. Her bruises had faded. The bandages had come off, and her strength was returning, slowly but steadily. But the real wounds, those hadn’t even begun to heal.
“You are watching me again,” Chloe remarked softly as her gaze met mine. I didn’t deny it, and I was done wa
