My voice cracks on the last word, a heavy sob tearing through my chest.
“And Willow spent her whole life waiting for someone to just notice she was bleeding. How do I sit here in this penthouse, and not feel like the universe gave me everything and left her with nothing?”
“Because life isn't a zero-sum game, Zara,” Locke says. “You having protection didn't steal it from her. You being loved didn't rob her of a family. Cobra didn't even know she existed until a week ago. You didn't steal her life, baby.”
I shake my head weakly, leaning my forehead against his chest, inhaling the clean, grounding scent of cedarwood clinging to his skin. “It’s not just that though,…”
Locke’s large hand rises, cupping the back of my head, his fingers threading gently through my hair, pressing me tighter ag
