Roxanne Meyers

That chaotic mix of emotions was destroying my sanity. The image of Salvatore walking with Hope in his arms, showering her with fatherly affection, was a condemnation.

I walked beside him with feigned indifference; if I looked into his eyes, I’d break like a pathetic coward. As we got into the car, I glanced around and noticed at least five dark vehicles escorting us, undoubtedly filled with armed men.

I hadn’t felt that oppressive sensation in a long time and finding myself back in that position filled me with self-contempt. I should have fled the country, vanished completely, but I was certain Salvatore would have found me anyway....