Memories From a Dead Girl
Twenty-Six
"What are you talking about?" Chloe asked.
Austin rested his head in his hands and dragged his fingers through his hair. When he lifted his eyes to meet my sisters, I knew she saw what I did; all of his pain and anguish and fear over what had happened — what he had let happen.
"I remember," he whispered. "I remember everything."
Austin rested his head in his hands and dragged his fingers through his hair. When he lifted his eyes to meet my sisters, I knew she saw what I did; all of his pain and anguish and fear over what had happened — what he had let happen.
"I remember," he whispered. "I remember everything."