Cane's POV
I'd been back for hours but I just couldn't bring myself to go on. I wanted to calm the noise in my head but nothing was working. My hand still gripped the steering wheel so hard that my knuckles turned white.
I really thought I was ready for this. I took twenty years to build a fortress around myself. I hardened my heart and I was convinced I was strong enough for this, to relive my past without feeling a thing. Well, I was so wrong.
I'd known the truth but never said it to anyone. I finally uttered it today and it hurt, more than I could say because I did love Myron like he was my own. Saying it sent waves of emotions I'd buried for decades.
My sister's laugh. The way she'd ruffle my hair and call me her little hero. The hollow look in her eyes in those final months. The cold feel of the bank card she'd pressed into my hand, her fingers so thin. The way they'd just… dumped her body with me, like she was garbage.
