Page 142 of Crave
Angelica flinched, before she slowly pushed up from the floor.
Theo’s hands braced against the counter, his shoulders heaving. His reflection in the cracked mirror was a fucking ghost, his face unreadable, except for the way his lips curled like he was fighting the urge to scream.
“You saw.” His voice was low, wrecked, shaking with something I had never heard from him before. Something close to grief. “You fucking saw and said nothing.”
Angelica didn’t answer.
Theo turned his head just enough to look at her.
It wasn’t the look of a man who wanted to hurt her.
It was worse.
It was the look of a man who had already lost too much, and now she had taken the last thing he had left—his fucking trust.
Jude’s voice cut through the thick silence, sharper than a blade. “You saw our mother beg?”
Her brow pinched. Lips parted.
“You saw my father fight?”
Her throat bobbed.
I closed the space between us, as the image of that raged, my breath a razor against her skin. “And you didnothing?”
She shuddered.
I could feel it. The way her entire body reacted to those words.
Because she knew it too.
She’d destroyed us.
Gabe left.
No words.
No threats.
Just turned and walked out, his footsteps echoing down the hallway like the fucking death toll of what she’d done.
The silence he left behind was hallow and cruel.
Theo was still at the counter, his fingers breasted against the edge, his breathing harsh, like he was trying to swallow back something too fucking big to contain.
Jude just stood there.
Still. Staring.
Andme?
I was right in front of her.
Her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
Because what the fuck could she say?
How the fuck could she fix this?
