Crystal's POV
My dress is ruined; soaked with tears. As Bryce cradles me on his lap, I sniff, struggling to stop myself from bursting into fresh tears.
Even though I thought I hated my uncle, knowing that he is dead and not to be seen ever again saddens me. I thought I hated him so much for what he did to me but I am wrong. He is still my blood, despite everything he did to me.
"I'm sorry, babe", Bryce's hot breath fans the back of my neck as he apologizes and I squeeze my eyes as more tears roll down my eyes.
I want to talk. I want to ask him some questions but I can't find my voice.
I am so disappointed. Why did he believe Jackson? What did Jackson tell him?