Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 617

Steve steadied me as I took a shaky step forward.

We reached the door just as someone walked out, cradling a small black box in their arms. Their face was etched with grief, and 1 froze. My breath caught in my throat. My gaze locked on that box.

Steve's grip on my hand tightened, grounding me, keeping me from falling apart then and there. He guided

me inside.

And that's when I saw her.

Yara stood in the middle of the room, her back to us. She was stiff, unmoving, her entire frame radiating the kind of despair that mirrored the storm inside me.

I stopped dead. My legs refused to move.

Steve froze beside me. Neither of us said a word.

Yara must have sensed us, because she turned slowly. Her hands cradled the same black box, and sight of it sent everything spinning. My vision blurred, my knees buckled.

the

She walked toward me. "This is what Hayden wanted. He said for you to take him back. To bury him in that place you both loved."

I stared at the box, but I wasn't really seeing it. My mind drifted to that place. I could almost hear his voice, almost feel his hand in mine.

He'd broken his promise. He swore he'd stay.

he wanted me to

his final act? To make me

for me?"

it. The person who had held me just

box

face that

at her blank face-no

that if you ever had to face this, you'd hate

Yara replied. Her words were ice in my

Houston

because of

said it was all part of a conspiracy. And

But he still

And for what?

For me?

couldn't believe that,

wasn't the reason. I was just the bait. And Steve... he'd been

His warning: "Don't go to the Johnstons. What

random. He'd known

through me as Wayne's diary flashed in my mind. The

Wayne had orchestrated this, he wasn't

would make him pay for

I did, it wouldn't

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