“Let it out, Gray,” Evie says, tears in her own eyes. “You aren’t the man you think you are. At nine, you took care of the twins. You are a good man down to your very soul. Please start seeing that.” “Hartley thinks they’re still alive,” I say, sucking in breaths, trying to keep the tears at bay. I couldn’t let them out. I don’t want to be that person I was before I started working for Micah.
