Chapter67

#Chapter67

He moves away from me, running his hand through his hair before swiping up the vase on the coffee table and throwing it at the wall. It shatters and I jump back, staring at the water and fresh flowers and glass on the floor, and the splash on the wall that slowly drips down to the mess. Gail always puts flowers in the vase. /"James!/" I shout, moving to the mess but he holds me back.

He curses to himself, clearly in an inner conflict. /"Stay away from the glass./"

I obey but don't let it go. I grab him and make him look at me. Before I can speak he says, /"You know I would do anything for you, Rae. You know that, don't you?/" I nod. /"I just, I need you to—to stay alive, Rae. Alright?/"

/"Okay./"

He takes a deep breath.

/"I'm sorry you killed your father./"

James gives me a look, a sad look that I've never seen from him. It holds grief. /"It's alright. You're okay./"