He also never forgot the feeling of being a few seconds too late. Some days he could feel Jessica in his arms, just seconds from that breath of air. Then there were the moments he felt like he had her by the hand but she was slipping … falling … fading into the darkness—the point of no return. “Luke?” He searched her eyes for something, maybe a clue to why she was doing this to herself. “Luke?” she whispered. “Say something.” “You didn’t kill him.” She narrowed her eyes. “What … I-I did.” He rubbed his lips together. “No. Edwin Harvey committed suicide.” Jessica shook her head. “What are you talking about? Who’s Edwin Harvey?” “The man who killed your friend.” “He’s Four … that was his name because he cut my best friend forty-four times!” She yanked her hands from his and scooted back on the bed. “Don’t you dare call him that! Four. His name was Four. He wasn’t human. He was a goddamn piece of shit without a heart or soul. He didn’t deserve one single breath of oxygen, let alone a name to make him sound like a person with feelings and parents and a fucking life!”
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