furniture. “I’m sorry,” I choke out, my voice cracking like crystal. “I’m so sorry.” “You’re probably wondering when it began, huh?” Knox questions before turning to me. “Tell her.” From my place on the floor, I glare up at him, wishing I could scratch his eyes out. Hell, I just might after this. “The night of my father’s funeral.” It was right after my exchange with Knox. The one where he told me he came to see me because he knew I’d be in pain. I ran back in crying and Leo ushered me into an empty room. I had so many feelings coursing through me. I was sad, alone…and missing my dad
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