Conrad’s POV.
I was nineteen when this happened to Elora and Zoe. She was sixteen, a tender age, just like pa said.
“I can’t be here. I’m sorry, Conrad. Please take me back.” Elora says again as I look into her eyes. She is in so much emotional pain.
“No, like I just said, you aren’t leaving me, you are not compromised, talk to me. It will help. I’m so sorry you went through all of that at such a young age. I can’t begin to understand how that felt seeing the person you love killed. Especially when no doubt you both had plans about your futures.” I tell her and she has that blank look in her gorgeous green-brown eyes.
“I’ll take you home. We will go at your pace, just don’t shut me out.” I say, and she looks dazed, her eyes glassy like she is an empty shell. She is shutting down. We
