Chapter 38

Chapter Thirty Eight
JOSEPH'S POV
I must have rolled over a million times, no matter the position, I never seemed to get comfortable. The bed felt as lumpy as my throat. Every time I turned I was facing her window, and guilt twisted in my gut like a bowl of spaghetti. Her night light was on, I knew she had gone to bed, she was sleeping peacefully, not knowing the danger she was in, that I was going to put her in. And she trusted me... She trusts me..
I turned to the other...