Rachel’s pov
I stared at the sterile white floor tiles of the private waiting lounge, listening to the steady hum of the building's ventilation system. My hands were still stained with the dry blood from Vincent’s head wound. When Levi asked me how his actions made me feel, the question felt completely overwhelming to my senses.
"I do not know how I feel about anything right now, Levi," I said, my voice dropping to a flat whisper. "I do not want to think about it because analyzing his motives right now will literally make me lose my mind."
I turned my head away from my brother and looked out the large window at the gray corporate towers of the financial district. "I have already forgiven him for his past actions, Levi. So what more do people want me to do at this point? Do they expect m
