BRYAN'S POV

Even the thought of all the bloody missions she might have gone through brought tears to my eyes.

She signed her death. Why? Did I not matter to her? I bowed my head, and I couldn't stop myself as my whole body shook with emotions.

I couldn’t control the tears that fell from my eyes. She doesn't care about my feelings. Anger coursed through my veins at the thought of it.

I needed answers. Someone needed to give me those answers before I lost my mind. I moved out of my office, taking heavy strides towards Trenton's room.

I was angry, not just angry, I was bleeding inside...