Written with Regret (Regret #1)

by Aly Martinez

I was only eight years old, and Hell was raining bullets all around us, but there was no mistaking the look on her face. She knew she was dying—and she couldn’t figure out how to make sure I didn’t.

The first time she’d babbled dada, I’d known I was in trouble. The first time she’d called me daddy, I’d nearly hit my knees.

“It was like a magical bathroom. He walked in there and brought this whole ocean of calm with him. Which is funny because Caven is usually the storm. But then he hugged me. It was so sweet and so real.”