Sabrina's face had been messed up by the tears that had broken out of her eyes and she was attempting to clean them off.
"She hears voices," she said.
"Huh?" Nikolas was confused.
"This voice in her head tells her that if her father can't even love her, no man ever will. That no one would ever love a broken woman like her." She forced a smile. "I'm counting on you, Mr. Bastiani."
Nikolas watched as she left, shutting the door behind her. His eyes slowly flickered.
"I made it all worse… didn't I?" He ran his fingers through his head, disappointed in himself. He wished he could go back in time. He'd have never lied to her. He'd have never hidden a thing from her even if it meant they might never have ended up together.
'Scars…'
His mind drifted. He was thinking. The look Sabrina had held as if she'd expected he would be aware of this. But what scar? He'd never seen any scar on Viviana, and—
He blanked out instantly.
Scars?
