Page 34 of If You Say So

Not so much.

I was a living, breathing dead person.

That’s literally what I felt when I looked at myself in the mirror.

Dead.

At least, I should’ve been dead.

When I saw all the scars, all the things that had once been done to me… I just felt… lost.

Lost, and alone, and curious why I was even left alive.

Why was I the lucky one that made it out?

Why was I here, and Luca wasn’t?

Luca with the fiancée.

Luca with the family that actually cared.

Luca with the life that he never should’ve left.

I was still curious as fuck as to why he’d up and left such a perfect life.

Then again, I really didn’t know my reasons for joining either.

But if my parents now were anything like my parents when I’d enlisted? Yeah, there was a high

possibility that there was a damn good reason for me leaving, and it had a lot to do with the people that had raised me.

Or not raised me, according to what Morgan had to say today.

I blew out a breath and studied my face. Drawing the line of scars with my gaze.

I strained to remember something. Anything.

But it was just… nonexistent.

Gone.

Never fucking coming back ever.

I cursed and slammed my hand down on the vanity, causing my cup and toothbrush to be knocked

over with the move.

I hated not knowing.

I hated seeing the results, but not knowing what made them happen.

Even more, seeing the woman that had obviously played a role in my life, and feeling something

other than friendship spark inside of me, pissed me off.

What kind of asshole was I that I had desires for my best friend’s woman? My best friend’s

fiancée?

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