Things We Left Behind (Knockemout, #3)

by Lucy Score

Simon: If I could have chosen a son in this lifetime, it would have been you. Take care of my girls.

I’d rebuild her library brick by brick, book by book. And I would never let her face danger alone again. Something loosened in my chest. Something old and rusted. Like an ancient lock finally forced open. Fresh air swept inside, blowing aside the cobwebs, lighting the hearth. She’d always been mine. I was just now accepting that fact. Once something was mine, I never gave it up.

And for the first time in my life, I felt like the hero instead of the villain.

She paused, staring at the mound of pillows I’d arranged in a U. “You remembered,” she said softly. “I remember every second of us.”