Page 63 of The Deception You Weave
"Fuck," I breathe. I had no idea she was awake, let alone watching me.
She pushes herself up as the tension gets heavy between us.
She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and looks at the floor.
"I'm sorry," she whispers. It's so quiet that I almost think I imagined it, but when she finds the strength to look up once more, I know she said it, I can read the pain in her eyes.
"Fuck, Princess."
I'm out of the chair before I've even registered the move. Lifting her onto my lap, I rest back against the headboard and hold her tight as she trembles against me.
She doesn't make a noise, but I know she's crying, the wetness of her tears soaking my chest as she sobs.
My own breathing is shaky as I try to get my head around what I just read but none of what I feel right now even comes close to the agony this woman has been through in the past year.
I knew she was strong. Hell knows I've put her through enough shit to test it over the years. But right now, I'm in fucking awe of her.
"It's okay, Let," I soothe, rubbing my hand up and down her arm as sobs continue to wrack her body.
12
Letty
Kane's warmth seeps into me and for the first time, I feel like I might actually be strong enough to take a trip down memory lane to my darkest days.
The last thing I expected when I woke up was to find him reading my letter.
I knew he hadn't. If he had, he'd have said something.
He might not have known anything about what happened, but I don't think even Kane is cold enough not to be affected by the truth.
"I'm sorry for what I said," he admits quietly, his lips pressed into my hair. "I'm sorry for suggesting you might have…"
"It's okay."
He tenses, his grip on me bordering on painful.
"No, it's not. I accused you of… I can't even. Fuck. Letty, I'm so fucking sorry."
I shrug. I don't need his apologies now. It's too late.
Silence falls between us as my eyes find the letter and the ultrasound picture on the floor where it fell when he jumped up.
After long, agonizing minutes he finally speaks, startling me.
"I've spoken to Ella. She's going to let everyone know that you're okay."
"You spoke to Ella?" I ask as if he just said that in another language.
"Yeah, I figured she was the safest bet."
I nod, understanding what he means.
"How are you feeling?"
Empty. Broken. In pain. I swallow all of those down.
"Hungry. What time is it?"
