Finnegan
Her soft slender fingers slid over my shoulders, massaging them. I sighed, leaning deeper, my head pressing against her soft supple body.
The last few days had been insane, but seeing her support me through it had been terribly relieving.
It was new. I was used to dealing my problems myself, especially since Dad died. I couldn't burden River all the time, my brother was supposedly dead, Victoria did not give a rat's ass about me, and mother was... well, she was herself.
The thought of my mother had me tensing hard. God, it was so fucking unreal. She was dead. I didn't think I had come to terms with that yet.
Could I ever come to terms with that?
There was also the fact that my mother and brother were behind Abigail's parents' deaths. Guilt surged through me every time she looked at me with those pretty and kind eyes.
I didn't think I deserved it.
Her love, her warmth — my family had ruined hers. I didn't deserve it.
