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I couldn’t move. My body was still frozen with shock. I couldn’t believe this stranger hit me.

He struck me again, this time punching me with a closed fist on the other side of my face. As I stumbled with the force of the blow, I looked in the direction of the group, my eyesight crystal clear. Dean sprinted full speed toward me when the man suddenly appeared in front of him. I watched as Dean shoved him, but the man lifted his brown paper bag and slammed it against the top of Dean’s head.

Thick green glass shattered and spilled onto the sidewalk as Dean’s body crumpled lifelessly to the ground, blood spilling from his head. I wanted to scream, but no sounds came. My mind immediately replayed the scene: Dean’s tall, muscular body losing all coordination as it collapsed into a heap on the concrete, then blood. Lots of it. Brett ran to Dean’s limp body and quickly pulled Dean’s arm around his shoulder, lifting him and dragging him away in the opposite direction.

I watched the rest of the group as they scattered like animals in a forest fire.

Hey, wait!

Where is everyone going?

I took two steps in their direction before the man suddenly reappeared at my side. “Where do you think you’re going, bitch?”

I instinctively bent over and tried to cover my face with both arms. My eyes focused solely on the black and white design of his shoes as they danced around me. The colors blurred to the left where forceful blows crashed against the side of my face and head.

Please stop hitting me.

Blurry movement to the right and the other half of my face exploded in pain.

Please stop.

His fist interrupted my internal pleas as it collided with the side of my head once more, almost knocking me off my already shaky feet. I was his personal punching bag. Blow after blow, his blasts showed no signs of stopping, the force of each punch only growing in intensity.

Dear God, please make it stop.

I don’t care if I die right now, just please make him stop hitting me.

Please.

It hurts so bad.

And just like that his shoes disappeared from my view. I glanced up to see him running between two sets of houses in the distance, my camera flailing wildly from the strap wrapped tightly around his hand.

“Cassie!” I jerked my head down the street to see Cole waving frantically at me. “Cassie! Run!” he shouted.

I didn’t run.

I couldn’t.

My legs were shaking so forcefully I could barely hold myself upright. I stumbled toward Cole, keeping my eyes locked on his face the entire time.

“Jesus, Cassie, are you okay?” His eyes widened at the sight of me and I couldn’t stop myself from spitting, my taste buds revolting at the metallic taste.

I didn’t speak. Blood-covered saliva covered the area where I continued spitting. I pressed my fingertips against my cheeks, the pain sharp where my teeth had ripped up the inside of my mouth.

My mind couldn’t process what just occurred. I kept thinking, Did that just really happen? Did he just hit me? The words kept repeating over and over again in my mind.

“Where’s Dean?” I looked around anxiously, visions of his body crumpling to the ground replaying once again in my mind.

“I don’t know. Come on, we have to find Jack.”

“Where’s everyone else? Where were you?” I asked, my tone almost robotic as a metallic taste filled my mouth. I spit and blood spattered the pavement.

“I…I don’t know. Everyone scattered. It just happened so fast.” Cole winced as his eyes avoided mine.

He tossed his arm around my waist to help steady my incessant shaking. We were walking slower than Cole would have liked toward the campus entrance when I saw Jack. He ran full speed in our direction, his hat gripped tightly in his fist.

“Cassie!” Jack’s eyes grew wide when he recognized me. “Cassie!” he yelled, as he quickened his pace toward us.

I stopped moving, tears suddenly filling my eyes. I didn’t recognize it at first, the feeling that overwhelmed me at the sight of him. My entire body released the shock it held as I fell into his strong arms. For the first time since this whole mess began, my lungs filled themselves fully with cool evening air as I took a cleansing breath. I looked into his frantic brown eyes and finally relaxed.

I was safe now because Jack was here.

“What the fuck happened, Cole?” Jack shouted, his voice filled with rage.

“I…I don’t know, Jack. One minute everyone’s together, and the next some guy’s hitting Cassie and breaking a bottle over Dean’s head and saying he has a gun.” Cole’s voice shook as he summed up the events.

“He said he had a gun?” I asked, confused.

“He said he was packing. That’s when everyone ran away.”

Jack’s chest rose and fell rapidly against my body as his jaw tightened. “What did you just say?”

Jack eased me from him and began pacing, pulling at his hair with each step. He turned to me, his eyes filled with pain. “Kitten, where were you when they ran?” My eyes darted between Cole and Jack; I wasn’t sure how to respond. “You gotta tell me, Kitten, I’m going fucking crazy right now.”

I watched as Cole braced, clearly dreading Jack’s reaction. Jack reached for Cole’s shirt, gripping it tightly in his fist. He yanked until Cole stood an inch from his face. “Where the fuck was Cassie, Cole?”

“Jack, I’m sorry.” Cole winced, unwilling to put up a fight.

I watched as Jack’s other hand balled into a fist. “Jack!” I longed to stop this battle before it began. Jack turned to me, my eyes locking onto his. “He took my camera.”

I said the words out loud and allowed my tears to fall. This stranger had violated me. He ripped away a sense of security I never knew I had before suffering the loss of it. He struck my body violently and robbed parts of my innate trust in others. And he took the one material thing that I cared about the most and ripped it from my possession.

Jack’s anger dropped away for a moment, his eyebrows pinched together in pain. “I’ll get you a new one, Kitten. I promise.”

I shook my head. “I need my camera. Why’d he take it? Why’d he hit me so hard? And why so many times?” I fell to the curb, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Do you think we should call the cops? The campus police or something?” Cole suggested with a nervous shrug.

“That’s where Dean and Brett are now,” Jack snapped.

My eyes opened at the mention of his name. “Where is Dean? Is he okay? I saw him fall. He looked unconscious.”

Jack leaned next to me, his hand rubbing the length of my back. “Don’t worry. He’s fine.”

“How? His head was bleeding like crazy! And he couldn’t even stand!”

“Head wounds do that, Kitten. They bleed something fierce, but it had almost stopped by the time I saw him,” Jack told me, his voice calm.

“So he’s really okay?” I released a breath.

“He’s really okay.” His voice reassured me and he kissed the top of my head.

“Hey, Jack.” Cole took a step toward us before Jack cut him off with an angry slash of his hand.

“Stay the fuck away from me right now, Cole, or I’ll end up doing something I might regret.”

I looked into Cole’s worried eyes and flashed him a hollow look.

“I’m really sorry, Cassie.” Cole’s voice echoed softly.

“Shut. Up. Cole.” Jack’s tone was deadly, and I turned away.

Jack’s arms settled underneath my legs and around my waist as he lifted me into the air. “Let’s go home,” he whispered before kissing the side of my forehead.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled into his chest, the sound of his heart beating against my ears giving me reassurance. He carried me in his arms the entire way to my apartment, never once stopping to catch his breath and never slowing his pace.

Once inside, he placed me gently on my bed and kneeled beside it. “We need to get you cleaned up, Kitten. Your beautiful face is a mess.” He lightly brushed my hair back with his fingertips.

I hadn’t given any thought to how messed up my face might be. My jaw ached and my head throbbed, but other than that, nothing else really hurt. “I’m gonna get you some ice. I’ll be right back.” He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it.

I heard his cell phone ring and his voice rose in anger at whoever was on the other end of that call. He reappeared at my side. “The police are coming here, Kitten. They need your statement right now so they can go look for this guy. And they need to take pictures of your injuries, so we can’t clean you up just yet. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’d rather get it over with anyway.” I smiled gamely and then winced. “Ouch. Shit, that hurts,” I admitted before placing my palm against my cheek.

“I’m sorry I left you alone tonight. I should have been with you.” His face twisted with anguish.

My heart ached for his self-inflicted guilt. “Jack, I should be able to walk through a neighborhood without getting beat up and robbed.”

“But if I hadn’t gone early. If I’d been there…” His head rested on my lap and he clasped his arms around my back.

“I’m glad you weren’t there,” I admitted.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because I could never live with the guilt if you got hurt because of me.”

He grimaced at my admission. “Kitten, I’d break my fucking pitching arm if it meant keeping you safe.”

My heart jumped inside my chest. “You really shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.” I gave him a pained wink, reminding him about my list.

“I’m not,” he said confidently before a knock on the front door interrupted our exchange. “I’ll be right back. Sit tight.” He kissed my forehead and I watched him walk out of my room.

My phone beeped, alerting me to a text message. Melissa. Oh my God, are you okay? Dean just called me. I’m coming back.

Don’t come back. I’m fine. I’ll call you after I talk to the police, I responded, knowing she’d be sick with worry.

The police? What the hell? Call me as soon as you can. I’m freaking out!!!!!!!!

Her text made me laugh. I think it was all the exclamation points. Or the fact that I could hear her voice whenever I read her words. Either way, I typed out another response. Call you soon. Don’t freak. Jack’s here.

“Hey, Kitten?” Jack peered into my room, his hand gripping the edge of the door. “The police are here.”

I tossed my cell phone on the bed before pushing my body off. Two uniformed police officers were waiting for me when I walked into the living room. One held a notepad while the other gripped a camera that caught my gaze and reminded me of what I’d lost.

That asshole stole my camera.

I no longer own a camera.

I’m camera-less.

Tears started to roll down my cheeks as I blinked in vain to stop them. Jack rushed to my side and gathered me close, wiping them away tenderly with his thumb. “Are you okay?”

“I can’t believe he stole my camera.” I closed my eyes tightly as the drops continued to fall, feeling like a hole was opening in the pit of my stomach.

“We really need to get your statement, miss,” one of the officers prompted.

I sniffed once and looked up, swiping at the moisture under my eyes. “Okay.”

“Your brother already told us what happened, but we’d like you to corroborate his story. He also said that more happened once he left the scene and we’ll need you to give us those details as well. Okay?” the officer asked, while reading from his notepad.

I looked at Jack with confusion before looking back at the officer. “My brother?”

“Yeah. Um, Dean Carter? He said he was Cassie Andrews’s brother,” the officer noted.

“How’s he doing? Is he okay?” My concern for Dean instigated a rush of questions.

“He doesn’t need stitches but has a nasty cut on his head, not to mention a raging headache. It probably wouldn’t hurt to have him seen by a doctor,” the other officer chimed in.

I looked at Jack and he waved his hand to calm me down. They read Dean’s statement out loud and I agreed with his account, noticing as Jack clenched his jaw. I reached down for his hand and squeezed it tightly in mine. I filled in the blanks from when Brett carried Dean away until I walked to Cole, watching again as Jack cringed and the veins in his neck bulged. Seeing him in pain caused an ache to form inside my chest. But I’ll admit I liked the fact that he was so pissed off about the whole thing. I’d never felt more safe or protected in my life.

The officers asked me simple questions that I had already answered and nothing stumped me until the last one. “Can you give us any idea of what the perp looks like? Would you be able to identify him in a lineup?”

My gaze flashed to Jack, and I shifted uneasily in my seat. “I could identify his shoes. And maybe his fist.”

“I’m sorry?”

“All I saw were his black and white shoes. And his knuckles. He was standing with the sun behind him and I never saw his face.” My body shook and Jack released my hand as he stood up and started to pace.

“Are we almost done?” Jack asked defensively.

“Almost.” The officer’s voice was a little terse before it softened when he turned to me. “I’m sorry, Cassie, but we have to take some pictures of your injuries.”

“That’s fine.” I sighed and then stood up to move in front of the white living room wall. The officer took pictures of my face at varying angles, while I kept my eyes locked on Jack’s, refusing to let go of the comfort he brought me.

When the police officers left, Jack walked me into the bathroom where I caught a glimpse of my reflection for the first time that evening.

“That’s so weird.” I leaned toward the mirror, touching the green and purple bruise on my brow before moving to the similar one forming on my forehead.

“What is?”

“I don’t even hurt where the bruises are,” I noted, mesmerized by the unfamiliar face staring back at me.

Jack’s forehead creased. “Where do you hurt?” he asked, the pain in his eyes evident.

“My cheeks and jaw.” I touched them gingerly.

“I’ll go get you some ice and ibuprofen. They’ll help with the pain and swelling.” He grabbed my hand, turning me toward him. “If I ever find this guy, I’m going to fucking kill him for putting his hands on you.”

I shook my head, my heart breaking. “I just want my camera back.”

“I know,” he said before looking away.

“Hey, Jack?” I stopped him. “Why did Dean say he was my brother?” I asked, suddenly remembering what the officer had said.

Jack shrugged. “I don’t know. I can only guess that he thought he was doing you a favor. Or protecting you somehow. Why?”

I smiled and quickly winced with the pain. “I just liked it, was all.”

His dimples flashed in his cheeks as his lips turned upward. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

I shrugged. “I liked the way it sounded.”

I didn’t know it was possible, but I watched as his dimples deepened as his smile grew. “So did I, Kitten. So did I.” He walked out and my heart stammered with his confession.

Jack’s cell phone rang and it reminded me that I still needed to call Melissa. I walked toward my bed and reached for my cell as Jack leaned in, his hand covering his phone. “You don’t mind if Dean stays here tonight, do you?”

“Of course not. I was just gonna tell you to call him. I’m gonna call Melissa real quick,” I told him, relieved that Dean was coming over.

He removed his hand from covering the phone before bringing it up to his ear. “She says it’s fine. I don’t think so. Hold on, I’ll double-check.”

He looked at me again. “We don’t need anything, right?”

I shook my head. “Nope, just get him over here.”

“She says no. She won’t care. Make sure Gran knows we’re both staying here before you leave. Okay, see you soon.”

“I won’t care about what?” I asked as soon as he hung up.

“If he stays here all weekend,” Jack said before straightening his stance.

“Oh. Not at all. I sort of want him here.”

“Oh, really? Trading me in already?” He winked at me and I laughed.

“Ouch. Don’t make me laugh, it hurts.” I grabbed my cheeks with both hands. “No, it’s just that I want to be around him ’cause he was there. He knows how I feel because he experienced it too. Is that weird?”

“It makes sense to me, Kitten,” he said with a smile.

“I really need to call Melissa before she shows back up here.” I started to press buttons on my phone and Jack turned away, closing my bedroom door as he left.

“Oh my God, Cassie! What happened? What is going on? And what took you so long to call me back? I’m freaking out here!” Melissa yelled into the phone.

“Sorry, it’s been a crazy night.” I held the phone away from my face, taking care to not press it against my cheek like I normally would.

“Is Dean okay? Is Jack there? What happened?” Her questions shot out rapid-fire.

“We were walking to the softball game to see Jack and we got jumped. Some guy stole my camera, beat me up, broke a forty-ounce bottle over Dean’s head—”

“Oh, Cass, he stole your camera?” I could hear the sorrow in Melissa’s question as she interrupted me, and her compassion for my loss affected me more than I expected.

I struggled to even out my breathing as I swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

“I’m so sorry. I know you’re more upset about that than anything else.”

“You know me well.”

“Are you okay? I mean, where did he hit you? Did Jack freak?”

“Jack’s pretty…” I paused. “I don’t know what Jack is. Pissed? Sad? Angry? He’s all over the place. Oh, but hey, I think Dean’s gonna stay here this weekend. Do you mind if he sleeps in your bed?”

“Not at all. Just tell him no funny business in there. I don’t want to come back to sheets I have to crack in half or anything.” Melissa laughed at her own joke.

“You are so gross.” I chuckled, trying not to scrunch my cheeks.

“I know,” she responded proudly. Her tone changed as she asked, “How’s Dean? Is he going to be okay?”

“Apparently he’s going to be fine. He must have a pretty hard head,” I joked.

Melissa was quiet for a moment. “I’m just glad you’re both alright.”

Before I could respond, there was a knock on my door and it opened slowly. “Kitten, Dean’s here.”

“Hey, Melis, Dean just got here and I really wanna go see him. Can I call you later?”

“Yeah, you go. Tell the boys I said hi and I’m glad they’re staying with you.”

“I will. Love you.”

“Love you more,” she said before hanging up, and I tossed the device onto to my mattress.

I emerged from my bedroom and locked eyes with Dean as Jack stood beside him. My eyes instantly watered up at the sight of him. “Dean! Are you okay?” I said, my voice frantic. I ran to him, locking my arms around his back and squeezing.

“I’m fine. How are you? Are you okay?”

I nodded. “You have no idea how scary it was to see you hurt like that.” I tried to shake the images from my mind that I was certain were seared there forever.

“You have no idea how horrible it was to see some guy hitting you,” he replied, his voice rising in anger.

“Can we not talk about that right now?” Jack’s voice sounded angry and I was grateful for the subject change.

I let out a sigh. “I’m just happy you’re okay. Does your head hurt?”

“Like a bitch,” he muttered.

“Before I forget, Melis said you could stay in her room.”

“Yeah? Well I was going to stay in there even if she said I couldn’t,” he said with a laugh. “It’s okay if I take a shower, right?”

“Of course. There’s a shower in Meli’s room. She has extra towels under the sink.” As I spoke, Jack reached for my hand and pulled me toward the couch.

“We’ll be out here when you’re done,” Jack said, before sitting down and pulling me onto his lap. “I’m going crazy inside right now, Kitten. I feel like I’m losing my fucking goddamned mind. I’m not going to practice this weekend. I won’t leave you alone.” He leaned his head against my chest and I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Jack, I love that you care so much about what happened to me, but you can’t be by my side twenty-four hours a day. And you absolutely cannot skip practice this close to the draft. Are you out of your mind?”

He glanced up at me, the pain evident in his narrowed eyes. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you!”

“When you go to practice, Dean will stay here with me. I won’t be alone, okay?” I prayed my suggestion would ease his worry.

He let out a long, exasperated breath. “Okay. He’s the only one I trust anyway…” His voice trailed off. “We’ll take shifts.”

I rolled my eyes, but he didn’t notice. “You have to get past this, Jack. You can’t take it upon yourself to be my personal bodyguard.”

“Yes, I can.”

“You’ll drive me insane,” I snapped, my voice harsher than I intended. “And then I’ll break up with you.”

Jack’s head snapped around as he glared at me with shock and surprise. “What?”

“I don’t want a babysitter. I don’t want a bodyguard. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, Jack, but I don’t want to feel like I’m in a fucking cage.”

He slid my body from his lap and turned to face me, his forehead creased. “Cass, just give me some time to deal with this, okay? It just happened and I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind.” He cringed as he continued. “Do you know what it feels like to want to beat the shit out of four of your teammates? Four guys I’m supposed to respect and trust. Four guys I trusted completely before tonight.”

I watched as his face twisted with his pain, my heart aching. “I can’t tell you not to be mad at them, Jack. I don’t know why they ran and left me there. I’m sort of conflicted about all that. It did happen really fast, though, I can tell you that. It’s like one minute the guy was with me, then with Dean, then back at me.” I closed my eyes, my head shaking.

“That’s exactly it. You might be conflicted in regards to them, but I’m not.”

Dean walked into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist. “Remind me that it’s really going to fucking hurt next time I try to wash my hair.” He smirked. Dean’s ability to bounce back so quickly after what happened amazed me and gave me hope.

“I’m really tired. I’m gonna go to bed, okay? Love you both,” I said before pushing myself from the couch.

“So much for our weekend alone, huh?” Jack offered me a slight smile.

I looked at Dean before responding. “It’s okay. This is better anyway.”

TWELVE

JACK

The fact that some stranger had beaten up Kitten and stolen her camera drove me out of my fucking mind. It had been three weeks and her bruises had faded, but my anger hadn’t. I never told her, but I cruised up and down that street every day, sometimes before and after baseball practice, looking for the asshole that had touched her. He was lucky I hadn’t found him yet.

I also looked everywhere for her camera. I searched online, went to local pawnshops, but it didn’t show up. I wanted justice for her…vengeance, really. But more importantly, I wanted to be the one to deliver it. And every day that I was denied that, my anger toward my cowardly teammates grew. I hadn’t talked to any of the ones who were there that night, my temper flaring out of control whenever one of them was near.

I walked into the locker room and changed into my practice uniform in silence. “Carter!” Coach Davies shouted from his office. I glanced up and our eyes met. “Get in here,” he demanded before turning his back to me. Coach was a good baseball player, but he was an even better man. He was the reason I chose Fullton State over the other schools. I wanted to play ball for someone I respected, and I respected Coach Davies.

I slammed my locker door shut and hustled into Coach’s office. “Shut the door.” He motioned before leaning back in his swivel chair. “Come sit.”

I sat in the old wooden chair, my mind racing before he spoke. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on between you and your teammates. I heard something about your girlfriend getting beat up and I’m really sorry about that, but your team is your family and you need to work it out.”

“No disrespect, Coach, but my family wouldn’t let my girlfriend get the shit beat out of her while they ran away and hid.”

Coach frowned. “I’m sorry, Jack, what did you say?”

“Four of your guys left her there alone. Brett took care of Dean, but everyone else bailed on her.”

“Who does that?” His voice trailed off.

“I’ll tell you who. My teammates. My so-called family. My brothers. I can’t even look at them, let alone pretend like I respect them.” I threw my hands up in the air, my voice disgusted. “Coach, it takes all of my willpower every single day to not beat the shit out of them. I’m sorry.” I looked down.

“I didn’t know the details, Jack. I’ll take care of it on my end, but you have to promise me you’ll work it out on yours. I can’t have my team falling apart at the end of the season. And you need to keep your focus.” He leaned toward me, his concern genuine.

“I’m focused. I’ll be fine.” I attempted to reassure him, but I could see he wasn’t buying it.

“Don’t quit on me, Carter. Don’t quit on this team. Don’t quit on yourself.” His frown deepened.

“It’s not in my nature, Coach. I don’t quit.” And I meant it.

“Alright, get on out there then. Tell Coach Smith I want to talk to the boys before practice starts.”

“Yes, sir,” I answered before scooting the chair back.

The entire team sat in the dugout waiting for Coach. Since this wasn’t our standard protocol, the guys were nervously trying to figure out what was up. I remained on one end of the long bench, while Brett, Cole, Matt, and Ryan sat on the other.

“Alright, gentlemen, listen up.” Coach appeared on the field and was immediately greeted with silence. “I know there was an incident that happened off school property with a few of our players. I didn’t realize how bad the situation was. I didn’t know what happened. But I know now.” His stern gaze landed briefly on each player sitting on the bench as he continued. “And let me tell you, I’m not just molding you gentlemen into great baseball players here…I’m trying to mold you into great men. And great men don’t run away from a fight. Great men don’t leave a girl alone to fend for herself.”

He looked at Coach Smith before letting out a long huff of air. “There will come a time in your life when you lose something that matters to you. You’ll fight for it and you won’t win. But what really matters isn’t the war you’re waging, it’s that you don’t lose the person you are in the midst of the battle. You boys lost yourselves that night.

“And I know that some of you are real pissed off about what happened. Some of you are angry, hurt, embarrassed, shocked, and whatever other girly emotion your mommies tell you to get in touch with,” he mimicked with a slight snarl. “I want you to take those feelings and use them on the field. Put it all out there and then leave it there. Don’t take those emotions home with you at night where they can eat you up inside and rot your soul. This time we have together goes by in a blink of an eye. It’s a special thing. Don’t let anyone take it from you.”

Without another word, Coach turned around and walked out of the dugout and down the field toward the locker room entrance. The silence was deafening as no one moved a muscle or made a sound. I hated being mad at my teammates, but the events of that night twisted me up so fiercely inside, it was hard to ignore. Forgiving them for what happened to Kitten felt almost impossible, even though they asked for it on a daily basis. I didn’t know how to move past the anger. The truth was, I wasn’t sure how to forgive them.

“You heard the Coach. Work it out, gentlemen. Let’s finish off our season as not only teammates, but friends. Pitchers and catchers in the bullpen. Everyone else on the field.”

“Coach Smith?” I said loud enough that it stopped the rest of the team from leaving.

“What is it, Carter?”

“Can I have a minute with Brett, Cole, Matt, and Ryan?” I asked, meeting the gaze of each of them as I said their names.

“Five minutes, then get your asses on the field.” He turned. “Everyone else out. Now!” he shouted and the dugout cleared.

The guys sat there, unease written all across their faces. I could tell they weren’t sure what I was about to do or say. And I’ll admit I liked that they didn’t know what I was capable of. Matt had called me a loose cannon once before and I happily wore the nickname with honor, even though he insisted it wasn’t a compliment.

“Coach is right. We can’t end the season like this.” I shook my head. “I can’t leave here hating you guys. This anger I have, it eats me up inside,” I admitted. “I just need to know what happened.”

“I’m really sorry, Jack. Personally, I panicked,” Matt confessed, his eyebrows drawing together. “All I thought about was getting Jamie out of there. I didn’t even think about Cassie. I know it’s fucked up, but it’s the truth.”

Date: 2015-01-29; view: 475