#Chapter231

My heart almost breaks all over again at the thought of after what I did, he took care of me and watched over me while in my hazy state of a concussion, I was dying from a wounded heart. If I had known it was him, maybe I wouldn’t have run. Maybe I would have given him a chance to fix things. Maybe I wouldn’t have continued to cry myself to sleep over him for months after. Maybe I wouldn’t have let the hate grow and fester.

“I gave Mico the money to ensure you started somewhere else, where I couldn’t hurt you anymore. I wanted you safe and...