Falyn Pov
“What do I do? What do I do, what do I do, what do I do?” I chanted over and over again as I pressed my hands against my face. I never slept last night, my eyes felt heavy and swollen from the tears, and an echo of pain was vibrating through me. Pain that wasn’t mine, mixed with mine, clashing together. To feel his pain, made me realize I felt Arlo’s jealousy whenever Cain was around, reminded me that I had cheated on Arlo, and made my pain even more vivid as it clashed around with the guilt threatening to tip me over the edge. More than once, I had crept down the stairs and peered over the rail to make sure he was still there, watching him breathing underneath the blankets, that he was still alive and okay, before going back upstairs. I destroyed him, and I knew it, but at the
