“Are you sure you’re ready to do this?” Brody questioned from the driver’s seat. His hand rested on the top of my thigh, massaging it gently as we made the trip to Crimson River.
The twins were safely buckled and sleeping in the back seat, but their silence was making my thoughts run wild. I haven’t heard Nico or Sam in so long, I miss them. I begged them to leave. I told myself that I didn’t want to hear them anymore, but if I’m being honest, the silence is deafening.
A wash of guilt spread over my body as I glanced over at Brody. My mind was always changing. One moment, I feel free and happy, living in the present with him, and the next, I’m fighting the urge to break down because I can’t hear my dead mates any longer.
I want to say that’s probably the most difficult part of hea
