Rain.
The question feels like a cold, sharp blade that cuts through my worry and leaves only a raw, throbbing anger in its place.
"Colt?" I repeat, my voice rising. "I haven't seen Colt in months.”
She looks at my hands. “And where’s the ring? I thought you’d be engaged by now.”
Her eyes glazes over me with distaste. “What have you done now? I always knew you’d fumble that boy. He was everything and you just can’t help but ruin the good things.”
“I didn’t ruin anything he was…” I stop myself wondering why I have to explain myself to her when she’s the one that ruins everything.
“Why are you in the hospital?” I ask in exasperation.
“I got robbed by motherfucking Troy,” she rasps, her voice a dry rattle. She tries to sit up, her bangles clattering against the metal bedrail.
Which one
