Chapter28

#Chapter28

SHONDRA

Six years ago

Axel was nothing more than a built-up legend in my mind, a myth. Vegas and my therapist at the Victims of Crime Unit encouraged me to talk about him and what happened to my mom and uncle. They said it would be therapeutic.

They were right, but I had taken it too far. I had played up the good part of that day so often, Axel had achieved superhuman hero status in my mind.

He didn’t deserve that title.

I was the one who’d kept my uncle at bay until the police arrived. No one had done that except me.

I was my hero.

And it was time to face reality. Axel Sexton had moved on, and so should I. I needed to let him go.

So struck by my epiphany, I barely noticed when a man sat in the chair beside me. He extended a long-fingered hand and said, /"Hi, I’m William. William Rodgers./" William had light-brown hair in a side-parted pompadour, a thin beard, and an amiable smile.