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“It’s beautiful,” I said as I glanced at Tate as standing next to aze on the picture

“I still remember that day It was the summer I turned fifteen Buck had just beaten the shit out of– I don’t even knohat – and I snuck out after I heard him drive off in his truck There was this old barn about afor the light to be just right It was a perfect night I could smell the rain in the air and the thunder was so loud you could feel it under your feet I felt so free…and then I saw these birds and I just started snapping away until they were gone And I knew that would be me someday”

Tate let out a harsh laugh “Seven years,” he whispered “Seven years of pinning allI’d soh to face the storm instead of run froive the room one final look before he left I reached down to pick up the two largest pieces of the picture and held the torn edges together I saw the things Tate saw

But I saw so down to collect the s them all carefully into my pocket before I followed Tate from the room

Chapter Fourteen

Tate

I could already feel Hawke’s devastating kiss fading to the back of my mind as I moved around the dilapidated trailer I would have liked to have kept the taste and feel of him with me as the memories started to co Because everywhere I looked, I saw and heard everything that had had htmare

“You okay?” I heard Hawke ask from behind me where I stood at the entrance to Buck’s bedroom

“He never closed his door when he ith his wo hier Buck ordered me to join them”

“What did you do?”

I could feel the bile rising in my throat “I said no and tried to leave, but Buck ca ot I knehat he’d do to ay so I told him I was scared”

“How old were you?”