It’s been a month since the last time I locked eyes on her. A fucking month. I always thought if we ended up in this situation it would be Summer’s doing not mine. I was wrong. So, so wrong. This is all on me. When Summer’s dad hinted that he’d hurt her…no, hurt isn’t a strong enough word. That he’d physically assaulted her to the point of scars, because he’d seen me at his house. It broke something inside me. And I don’t just mean my heart.
