“But why would it matter?” I cried. “She had so many other ways to help, she didn't have to do this.” I shook my head. I just didn't understand.
Greyson looked up at me with a sad smile. “You know what I heard for the last four years? Every day when Cass was struggling, she would always say that she wanted to be more like you. ‘I have to be like Amy’.” He shook his head. “I tried to explain that she didn't have to be like you because I loved her as she was, but she kept saying that she had to be like you because she wanted to be someone that she could look up to. Someone that our pups would look up to and the only person that she ever looked up to you was you.”
Rowan clutched me tighter to his chest as he felt my body trembling against his. “No.” I fought back against Greyson's words. “I
