Chapter 18. Fallen

I stand ahead of her, feeling woozy, taking in her words and listening to her. All I want to do is hurt her back for everything, but I can't, which is fucked up. I love her too much to keep ripping into her when she is already hurting. I watch as she cries. Maybe I didn't think shit through. She didn't tell me anything, not because she didn't want to. She told me nothing because, for the last year of her life, there was nothing to tell. She hadn't seen her parents, she lived in a fucking hotel, and her job wasn't real. She was registered as working at one of Jacob's buildings but didn't even have that.

Had I thought maybe I would have realised last night? She had no control over her life for a year. Of course, she was going to run when she got that control back. Fear alone would do that. I should have thought, and because I didn't I just took her words and believed her and made everything worse. 

I cup her cheeks so she has to look at me. "For so