around me. I couldn't make sense of them. Why would Jax want to help me

felt blank, just like the plaster. No notes

ameras zoomed in. Their le

en years. And you still can't take care of y

one tearing up my life. The one with the cru

kened. He hated

f him. Her hand on his chest. A conce

elp it. Her memory is... fragile." She p

meras. Her face softened i

he lens. "I mean, we really thought she was doing well. Se

. "We never imagined she'd end up

ice full of emotion. "He blamed himself. Thought he wasn't

her. To make amends. To give her a second chance." Harlow c

rds of approval. "So selfless," someon

. Their faces. It was too muc

o get away. Back to my

He grabbed my wrist.

d. His eyes were cold. "You're the star of t

e mocked. "Seven years ago, you ha

to the chair. Hard.

ng!" he snap

Cameras swiveled. L

k asked. "Show the viewers her living co

d. Film whatever you want. She has no

hey filmed my threadbare couch. My

s, hanging on a line

alf-eaten can of

. The quilt patche

crowding in. Drawn by the co

r, pushed her way to the fron

ill. "Used to be such a pretty thing. Thought s

they said. Two-timing little hu

practically at the altar. Left him heartbroken.

himed in. "Now she's got nothing. Brain's gone. Stares into space all day.