Misery sank me to the floor, and I braced myself for the loss that was to come. History was repeating itself. In this very house, I’d fallen hard for Connor, then my hopes and dreams had been shot down by the realisation I couldn’t keep him. It had happened again. I loved him beyond reason, and I had to let him go. My father knew about his crimes. He didn’t make empty threats. If he said he had evidence, then he did. If I didn’t obey him, Connor would go to prison. I couldn’t allow that. No matter what he thought of me, I only wanted his life to continue unchained.
