L I A M
The war finally was over, but my inner battle was just beginning.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my father, lying in a pool of his own blood. And every time I opened them, I saw Emily, the girl who had put him there.
She was here, living under my roof.
And yet…
I couldn't stop thinking about her.
I couldn't stop thinking about the way she had looked at me after she had killed her father, her eyes wide with shock and fear. I couldn't stop thinking about the way she had collapsed into my arms, her body shaking with sobs.
She had saved my life.
And I didn't know how to feel about that.
I was walking past her room one evening when I heard a faint noise. A sob. I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the doorknob. I should just walk away. It was none of my business
