Page 183 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

I shake my head, shoving his hands off me and stumbling backward.

“I… I didn’t kill him.”

Air.

I need air.

“No, but you know who did.”

Fuck.

Fuck.

I need to leave.

“You’ve been covering for that piece of shit for so long you might as well have pulled the trigger yourself.”

I was having a hard time breathing before, but now? I’m suffocating.

“I know we said we’d never talk about it again, but I can’t keep watching you…”

I don’t hear what he says after that.

I spin, ready to get the hell out of there.

That’s when I see her…

My baby.

Standing in the hallway with glassy eyes and her hand pressed to her mouth.

No.

No, no, no.

“Hadley!”

The next few seconds are a blur.

I do everything in my power to soldier through my panic attack, chasing after her from the moment she starts to run.

“Hadley!” I shout, my voice cracking.

I see her turn the corner, just a few steps behind her.

She doesn’t look at me or even acknowledge me calling her name.

She enters a room.

The bathroom.

And then a door is slamming in my face.

I hear her lock herself in the bathroom over the pulse of my own heart.

I pound against the door, sputtering out pleas I’m not even sure make sense.

I beg even though there’s no point.

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