#Chapter383
He tried so hard to make me see it when I came back. The club, my job, giving me a gun, keeping his distance, my birthday, Miami … and Feral. He was screaming it at me in his own painful silence all along, and I was too blind to see he was holding out a hand and hoping I would just take hold. He has still been clinging on no matter how hard I fight because he can’t let me go. He looked for me; he went to London and destroyed someone who hurt me and wiped my past from physical history the only way he knew how. That’s how Alexi loves.
I have always read him wrong. I have blamed him, pushed him, hurt him. Accused and misunderstood. Much like I’m probably doing now with this marriage problem.
