I couldn’t protect Milana. But I’ll be damned if I don’t put everything I have into protecting June, as well as the child she’s carrying. Because f**k paternity: June is mine, and so is her baby.
The truth is, if it was just me, I wouldn’t have been able to hurt my brother, no matter what he’d done. No matter how many times he came at me. No matter how hard he tried to destroy me.
I’d kill him a thousand times over.
“June, you need to eat something.”
I shove away the piece of bread that Geneva is offering me. “I can’t,” I whimper. “I can’t eat anything until he comes back home.”
Sara slips into the breakfast nook. “You need to eat for the baby, June,” she advises. Her voice sounds like she looks: flat, pale, tired.
“If I eat, I’ll just throw it all up.”
Geneva gets to her feet and m
