“She’s dead?” I whispered, feeling tears drip down my cheeks. “But I told her I’d go back for her,” I choked out, shaking my head. “Jesus Christ, I should have made her come with me!” My father’s arms came around me. “Shh,” he whispered, holding me up when my body felt weak to the bone. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” “I left her there, Da,” I choked out, clutching my father. “I left her in that house!” “Do you know what you did tonight?”
