Chapter 63

Alessio

Don’t ask me how I managed to make the situation even worse than it had to be, but I did. Mena was pissed, and that was all on me.

I escaped in the morning because I didn’t want to argue with her any longer and found myself back in the hospital halls, holding the watch I gave Uncle in my hands yet again. Replaying last night over and over in my head, I looked down at the watch.

I was so angry last night, and it was all because she compared me to that monster. I was trying to be good, to do good—and hearing that was like a punch to my pride.

For a moment, I even considered calling Estelle, thinking maybe I should just be the monster Mena seemed to think I was. I hurt her time and time again. It wouldn’t make any difference if I would hurt her once more.

Those were my thoughts until I smacked myself on the head. I couldn’t do it, not to her. Mena…she wasn’t like the other women I had been with. She was different—sweet, quiet Mena, who was finally opening up about her feelings, s