Page 30 of Midnight Between Us (The Timberbridge Brothers #4)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Keir

This letter . . . it’s not what I expected. Instead of folding it carefully, I read it again.

I thought it would be angry. Cold. Perhaps a more dramatic closing, such as “never contact me again.” But this? It’s scary. Obviously, she says it right there, but it reads like someone unraveling, trying to hold on. To me.

She was so fucking afraid.

Not of me—of what would happen to her if I didn’t come back. If she stayed. If she became everything she swore she wouldn’t.

And I wasn’t there. I didn’t even know she was drowning.

She said she might run.

Did she?

I remember the call. She found me even when nobody—not even my mother—knew where I was.

How many other versions of her life did I break by walking away? I can’t help but put away this letter and open the next one.