Chapter 52

M Kat y heart hurts so much it feels like it’s actually breaking. I know people say that all the time, but it’s a physical ache. Leo is gone. And my husband killed him. Despite knowing how much it would hurt me. Then he told me about it. What did he expect me to do? Thank him? I walk on auto-pilot to our bedroom. I mean, I should go sleep elsewhere, but Dante would just come find me and carry me to his bed anyway, and I’m too exhausted to fight. Will our lives always be like this? One long battle after another? I climb into bed with images of my brother swirling in my head. I try to focus on all the good memories, before he became an entirely different person, but they are too mixed up with all of the horrible ones. He took losing our mom so hard, but then so did I, and I didn’t turn into the world’s biggest asshole. Maybe it was harder for him because he had to look after me, although from what I recall, it was me who did the looking after. I did the grocery shopping and balanced the