“Tell you what, sweetie?”
“What it felt like. Losing him. Having your heart broken,” I choked. “You didn’t tell me that it’s like being trapped inside your own skin and you would claw your flesh off if it would only stop the pain. You didn’t tell me that it would be impossible to breathe around it. You didn’t tell me, and you went through that for fucking years.”
I wasn’t numb anymore.
“Oh no,” she whispered. She turned around. “Killian!” she yelled.
He appeared what seemed like seconds later, immediately alert for some threat, some fucking bullet to throw himself in front of so it didn’t hit Lexie. He loved her that much.
A sob escaped my chest as my void moved farther away and pain engulfed me.
“Fuck,” he muttered, taking me in the same second he took his adorable child from Lexie’s arms.
Lexie moved the second she could, yanking me into her embrace.
And that’s where I fell apart.