Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

“Did you tell her that?” A stone drops in my stomach. “No.” “Why not?” I shrug noncommittally, feeling like a child getting a scolding. “You know why. You know this. Say it out loud.” My voice is strained when I finally say the thing that’s been holding me back. “Because the people I love either die or leave me.” Harvey sighs, creaking back into the big leather chair beside the fireplace in the expansive living room, “You’ve been the apple of that girl’s eye for going on two decades and she has yet to leave. No matter how bad you hurt her.” Nausea follows a sinking sensation. “I’ve never meant to. I swear I didn’t know . . . not when anything could have come from it anyway. I mean, we all knew when she was a kid. But as an adult? How was this so obvious to everyone but none of you assholes made fun of me about it until now?”