Brenna
I had to get away from him. I couldn’t look at his beautiful handsome face, not right now. The face of a person who was my protector until this moment. I couldn't make myself understand what he must be going through, no, for once I only thought about myself, that I couldn't be in the same fûcking house as him.
When I descended the stairs, I met the troubled eyes of Cole. There was something in his eyes that told me that he understood half of what I was going through. He didn't try to stop me when I made my way to the front of the house. But when my hand was on the doorknob, his words stopped me for a minute. “He was not allowed to have the visitors for the eight months he was behind the bars.”
“Please, don’t…” I whispered not wanting to know his suffering when mine was unbearable
