Agnes
The saltwater felt like heaven against my overheated skin. I’d been soaking in my in-ground pool for nearly an hour now, but the heat that had built in my body still hadn’t completely subsided.
Honestly, I was surprised that I hadn’t burned down the entire bar earlier. My finger had certainly been smoldering when I walked out.
But what was even more strange to me was the fact that I didn’t even regret burning my father’s chest.
If anything, I kept telling myself that he deserved it—that he deserved to feel even a fraction of the same pain I’d felt in my chest for seven years. At least his pain would subside in a few days, would scar over and ultimately fade. Mine had agonized me for seven years.
Even though I’d been reunited with Thea, I still felt the lingerin
