CHAPTER 162

VARYA’S POV

The walls of the hospital room were pale, and the hard fluorescent lights made it feel sterile. I sat in an uncomfortable chair, staring blankly at a hanging IV drip while what Kylo revealed spun around in my head.

It was not until his words got through to me like a knife that I started to bring back fragments of the deep-buried memories.

Kylo had revealed everything about the accident—my father’s death and my mother’s life-changing injuries as a result of Mr. Anderson driving their car into the side of our truck.

The information itself was mind-boggling but what shook me to my core is that Kylo, my husband, was still that very young boy from that night.

It had been years since I'd gone into detail about the accident. These memories were closed off from each other; they couldn't be opened up for examination because they were too traumatizing for me to remember them again.

However, with Kylo's revelations and bits of my past coming together again, there is now something fro