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.

The three of us spent the rest of

the house, everyone

right for me-not even asking how Aden

arms around me and bustled me up the stairs as Aden got himself patched

bath for me, stripping me of my clothes

right, Baby Brooklyn," she murmured to me, using a cup to pour water over my head like a little kid. "Shh, baby," she continued.

passively, that the water turned a little pink

blood, of course. Aden's. I couldn't stop

but so, so comfortable against my skin-and then tucked me into bed. Before she left, she opened a cabinet in the corner

have to sit in

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kissing me on the head. Then, intuiting that

disappeared.

night I got the sense that someone was watching over me, but I

must have been checking

en

noon the next day before someone finally

eyes, expecting to see Hudson or Jayde there, or the housekeeper, or

the shock of my life when I see

black slacks. I've never seen him wear anything but a

says, stern but not unkind. "That's enough

little, resenting his command, giving him a little

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