Chapter 42

Cross

As the words leave my lips, I wish I could snatch them out of the air and take them back. The look of pure pain and betrayal that rocks her hits me like a physical blow, and I watch in slow motion as she starts walking backward, clutching her chest as if she could grab hold of her heart and keep it held together. I step forward, intending to catch her before she falls, and she lets out a small, tortured cry. I stop, and I wait. I want her to scream. I want her to yell at me, and I want her to hit me. I want her to punch me over and over again. I deserve her anger. I deserve the pain. I want to take it from her and absorb it, but she doesn't do any of those things. She bows over and holds her hands to her chest, and I watch her break all over again.