"W-What?"
I stared at him. His mother is dead? I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have a parent who is dead. Hell, I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to have anyone you know dead.
"She's gone," his voice cracked. Guilt swirled in his eyes as he added, "And its all my fault."
"What happened?" I asked quietly. He stared at my for a moment before gesturing for my to sit down on the bed next to him. I did just that.
I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. He didn't look at me but stared at my window. "I was 14 years-old when my mom died. My family was close to each other. My parents would take Peyton and I to get ice cream all the time when we were kids. We went to beach, park, you name it, we did it. My life was perfect. My father was Alpha an
