Echoes (Dance With My Demons, #2)

by Steph Macca

Are they waiting for me to break? Confess my sins? Or maybe, worse still, they have forgotten me. I spent my whole life as an afterthought—if I was even lucky to be that. The irony of being forgotten after being arrested on the accusation of murder is one for the ages.

"Listen to me. There's nothing you can say or do that will make me run." Avery shakes her head sadly. "You will. Everyone always does."

It's an apology to him, even though I still maintain I haven't done anything wrong. I know I hurt him, and at the end of the day, that's what matters. His feelings are valid, and while everything we had is gone, I still want him to know that.

I thought sleep deprivation and hunger were the cruelest forms of torture but I was wrong. Making someone feel like they are forgotten… worth nothing… alone. Well, that's the whole underlying reason that I'm here. And they are playing that card.

I should have been upfront and honest with you about it, but I've never been good with confrontation. I'm always worried that if I speak up, people will leave me. And then you did."

"We're not them, Grey," I mutter softly. "We'll never be our parents."

But that's the problem with people. They are so caught up with their own lives they forget to look around. Selfish, egotistical vultures, only looking out for themselves. Even the people who were meant to protect her—teachers, doctors, family members—they all turned a blind eye.

She's spent her entire life in a box, studying people, watching them… so she sees it.

Like Avery, all she needed was love. She needed someone to tell her it would be okay—even if it was just from her younger brother.

She's with that psychopath. And what's even more funny… is that it could mean both Theo and Grey.