Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Brooklyn

Hudson isn't going to set me free.

Deep down, I know it, and I also know that the choice isn't his. But I weep bitter tears anyway. Next to me, I feel Aden slump in his seat.

I turn to look at him then and see him looking out the window then, more pensive than I had expected.

I watch him, his stark profile against the light of the window. He doesn't move or say anything, but he must know I'm watching.

He hangs his head, letting out a sigh. And, shocked, I note that the lines of his face match Hudson's.

Is it possible that Aden feels guilt as well?

***

The next morning, I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling for a long, long time.

I skip breakfast and no one comes up to get me, which has never happened before. I guess they're giving me my space.

I'm grateful, I guess, but overall...I just don't really care anymore. About anything.

got home. The three of us spent the rest

we arrived at the house, everyone

made a beeline right for me-not even asking how

the stairs as Aden

room and run a bath for me, stripping me of my clothes while I continued shaking. Then she helped me to

to pour water over my head like a little

a little pink from the blood washing off

my blood, of course. Aden's. I

but so, so comfortable against my skin-and

have to sit

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whispered to me, kissing me on the head. Then, intuiting that

disappeared.

fell asleep almost immediately. A few times in the night I got the sense that someone was watching over

must have

en

noon the next day before someone finally comes to get

door creak open. I rub my eyes, expecting to see Hudson or Jayde there, or the housekeeper,

shock of my life when I

fine, camel-colored sweater and black slacks. I've never seen him wear anything but

Brooklyn," he says, stern but not

into my pillows a little, resenting his command,

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