Lucas
It was the third night I had to spend at the station, trying to understand what little Italian I knew as I helped the cops find the mastermind that had turned my entire world into a whirlwind. The third night I spent doing anything else but taking care of her.
Not like she'd let me. Not like she'd speak to me. Not like she'd look at me.
In a way, pouring my efforts into finding Sarah was my way of distracting myself from the bitter truth that I failed her. That I failed them both. Chris may never forgive me for this, and while that hurt like hell, the pain of knowing I could never forgive myself was on a whole different level.
My chest squeezed at a fresh memory of Chris under that bastard with his disgusting hands around her, taking her breath. No level of restraint could hav
