He tightened his jaw and pulled a weed that was growing next to his mother’s headstone. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to his father’s headstone. So, when the glowing numbers on the alarm clock had flashed five thirty, he’d climbed out of bed, not realizing his early-morning walk would land him in the one place he was nowhere prepared to visit. The last thing he needed was her seeing firsthand exactly how f*cked up he really was. He hadn’t slept at all, for fear that Lilly would witness one of his hellish nightmares. Ten f*cking years, and he’d only ended up at her gravesite on a whim, after he’d stumbled out of his hotel room before the sun had even broken over the horizon. There was so much he needed to say to his parents, but all of it just sounded like bullshit when he played it out in his head. He fisted the dog tags around his neck and swallowed a belly full of guilt as he stared at his mother’s name. Muted light poured over the two headstones in front of him, and his heart throbbed in pain. Nate knelt down in the dew-covered grass of the cemetery where his parents were buried.
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