If
I closed my eyes, I could still see them—all blonde sunshine,
ocean-blue eyes, and long limbs. The glint of Lake’s gold bracelet. Pink
cotton candy on Tiffany’s tongue. My scenery may have changed from
heaven to hell, but some things never would: my struggle to do right by
both sisters. To let Lake soar. To lift Tiffany up. The sacrifices I
made for them, I made willingly.
A better man would’ve walked
away by now, but I never claimed to be any good. I only promised myself
I’d keep enough distance. If I’d learned one thing from my past, it was
that love came in different forms. You could love passionately, hurt
deep, die young. Or you could provide the kind of firm, steady support
someone else could lean on.
Lake
was everything I wanted, and nothing I could ever have. I was nobody
before I knew her and a criminal after. The way to love her was to let
her shine—even if it would be for somebody else.
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