I lowered the binoculars.
My breathing turned heavy.
“She doesn’t know what she’s doing,” I whispered.
She didn’t.
Sadie was confused.
Scared.
Beast had made her think she needed him.
That she was safe with him.
But I knew Sadie.
I knew what she needed.
She needed someone who understood her.
Someone who had loved her before all of this.
Someone who knew the girl she used to be.
Me.
I got down from the roof.
I paced the cabin.
Back and forth.
The floorboards creaked beneath my boots.
Darren had called three times.
I ignored every one of those calls.
He didn’t understand.
Nobody understood.
They all thought I was the problem.
They all thought I had lost.
But they were wrong.
Sadie had just forgotten.
That was all.
She had forgotten who she belonged with.
The gun sat on the table.
Black.
