Chapter 132. What Next?

Racheal turned away, and went to sit on a chaise.

She felt numb, and sad.

Watching how wretchedly sorry Steffan was had dissipated her anger.

Was this the secret Delbert had been talking about?

“Don’t hate me.” She heard Steffan say, and she looked up at him.

Her heart sank at the way he looked.

She may not be sure of anything in this crazy country she lived in, but she believed he did not kill that girl.

She had never seen a man look this shattered about an event from his teen years.

Spencer Sherrod had a huge role in this. He was the adult. He should have made his son do the right thing.

She stood up, and returned to sit beside him on the bed again.

She took his large face in her hands.

“I could never hate you.” She said, and leaned her face against his.

Silent sobs raked his body as he placed his head against her chest, holding her like he feared she would stand up and bolt.

She held him tightly to hers