“I need you to hold me,” she told him, her words coming through the hiccups from her tears. “I need to feel safe and loved because when you find out the truth, you won’t want to hold me anymore.”
Speaking her fears out loud seemed to be the catalyst for the storm that had been raging inside of her since taking Amy’s life. There were so many tears that she couldn’t even see. They soaked Dalton’s shirt and showed no signs of stopping.
Jewel felt as though she wanted to climb out of her own skin. The pain, fear, doubt, and self-loathing were attempting to claw their way out of her throat until she could no longer hold it back. She screamed, her hands clenching tightly around Dalton’s shirt, her body shaking, and her mind a mess of chaos and confusion.
“WHY?” She yelled as she pressed he
