Chapter 145 - One Hundred and Forty-Five
Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Five
Tyler’s POV
I sat in the dark room, swirling wine in my glass and watching the deep red liquid catch what little light filtered through the cracks in the boarded windows. The warehouse was cold, damp, exactly the kind of place someone like me ended up after being erased from existence by their own family.
I’d just come from the Blackwood mansion. Well, the garage technically. Close enough to smell the money and privilege I used to take for granted, close enough to remember what it felt like to belong somewhere. My father had been predictably paranoid, constantly looking over his shoulder, desperate to make sure no one saw us meeting.
That’s when I’d caught sight of her. Sasha. My little sister. She’d looked right past me like I was another shadow in the darkness, but I’d seen her clearly. Seen how much she’d grown, how the brightness I remembered had been replaced with something harder, sharper.
I missed her. Missed the way her tiny fingers used to curl around just one of mine when she was small, how she’d follow me around the mansion asking endless questions, how she’d looked at me like I was someone worth admiring.
Before Pa Wood decided I wasn’t.
Before everything fell apart.
The door opened and Marcus walked in, bringing a gust of cold air with him. He moved like someone who’d spent time in places that taught you to be quiet, to watch, to never fully relax.
"Missing home?" he asked, leaning against the wall.
"Hmm."
"That’s not an answer."