The memory of Rachel's face kept haunting him, playing over and over in his mind. Even at night, he couldn't escape her.
He'd dream of that moment on the mountain, the feel of her weight on his back as he carried her.
In that single, breathless moment, it was like he was carrying that little girl from all those years ago all over again.
A low whisper escaped his lips, raw and unsure. "Do you really not love Jeffrey anymore?"
She gave him a soft smile, but her eyes were a million miles away, cold and distant. "Does my love or lack of it even matter to you?"
It was like a cruel joke. Jeffrey had told her not to fall for Garrett Vincent.
And now, Garrett Vincent was asking if she had truly stopped loving Jeffrey.
The men in her life only ever wanted an answer.
They demanded an outcome, never once caring about the storm of emotions inside her heart. All she wanted was a little bit of peace! Was that too much to ask?
Garrett Vincent could only stare blankly at Rachel.
