Zade might hate me because his skewed deception of what really happened made him believe I played a part in his brother’s death. And maybe to some degree, that was true. Not by choice. I’d give everything I had to go back and change that day. But I hated him because he looked exactly like Zander Enge. The only person I’d ever loved. Seeing him hurt. Seeing him scarred. Seeing him broke the already broken bits that were all that was left of me.
