Too Late

And that’s not a flaw, Sloan. That’s a character trait. Pretty sure they call it compassion

Yes, I paid a shit-ton of money to make it look like her brother’s benefits were cancelled.

“Yes, Asa. You trapped me. I’ve been your fucking prisoner for the last two years, thinking my brother was about to have to go back to my worthless mother. All because you knew if you didn’t have that to hold over my head, I would have left you.”

“You trapped me. This whole time you made me think there was no way out.”

“You forged an entire file to back up your lies, Asa! Monthly letters from the government! Who the fuck does that?”

Asa isn’t the way he is because he chooses to be. I feel like he is who he is because he was never shown how to be anything different.

For that, he’ll always have my sympathy. He’ll never have my heart, and he’ll likely never even have my forgiveness.

I stare at him for a second-at this vulnerable version of him. And somehow, even with Carter standing in the room with me, I feel for him.

I can’t not feel for him.

I was, but I don’t have a right to be. He knows what still happens between me and Asa at night. If I could stop it I would, but it’s just not an option right now. Not until I’m no longer in this house.

But I was wrong, because he’s not worried about his job. When he says all he sees is me, I believe him. Because all I see is him.

All I feel is him.

“You’re all I see, Sloan. Beyond the job, beyond right and wrong. You’re all I see.”