Aly Martinez

I was utterly unable to process the absurdity in front of me.

Of course, I knew the facts.

It was a baby.

On my doorstep.

Alone.

But the why in that equation was glaringly absent.

“Uhhh,” Ian drawled, peering over my shoulder. “Why is there a kid at your door?”

“I have no fucking idea,”

I’d walked out of that war zone with my faith in humanity still intact.

I’d had Caven.

And she’d hated me for it ever since.

I shouldn’t have been surprised she’d gone after him. I’d never seen him or spoken to him after I was carried away on a stretcher.

But a part of me had always loved him.

And for that alone, Hadley made him pay.

I’d assumed wrong.

Beth had assumed I was dead.

She’d assumed wrong.

Which meant…

“Hadley?”

Tears hit my eyes as my knees gave out, sending us both crashing to the floor.

She was gone. They were all gone.

One decision in the middle of the unimaginable and the world as we knew it was irrevocably changed.