Chapter 58

I stared at him dumbfounded, as his jacket sagged against my shoulders, and he swung me around, his eyes fixed on my ripped dress. He buttoned me into his jacket without glancing at me, as he put my arms through it with determined fingers. To ensure that no one else saw what was intended exclusively for him, he covered my flesh, hiding the traces of what we had done. As he ran his hands over the material, folding over the extra-long fabric at the ends of my arms, I remained motionless.

He kept taking care of me, and I kept breaking his heart, so it was a tragic...