The curve at the corner of Abigail Hemsworth's lips lifted again, and the redness in her eyes made it impossible for him to look away.
"Maybe what I've lost still isn't enough for you, but I don't have anyone left I can afford to lose. Maybe if I go back in and sit a few more years in prison, will you finally remember that the you back then and the you right now… are doing the exact same thing?"
Travis Miller's brow suddenly twitched hard.
As if something had stung him viciously, he abruptly let go of Abigail.
The room fell silent for a moment.
The chill and violence that had been filling the room gradually dissipated.
Travis stood behind her, staring at the face in the mirror for a long time.
Maybe he should be saying something now, but those bloodshot eyes of hers kept him from saying a single word.
It felt like no matter what he said, he would be wrong.
The sudden ringing of the phone was like a lifeline thrown to him.
