25. Helen
Chapter 25
Helen
I woke with a jolt, covered in sweat but shivering. I didn’t understand why I was still dressed or why I felt like my heart had been torn out, and then I remembered.
Thomas.
Sean had gathered the whole team together and told us all that Thomas had lost control of his car—the car I hired for him—on a coastal road during his trip to Ireland. There was no sign of him or the car, but according to the police, there was evidence that he’d gone off the edge of the road and they concluded that there was no chance of him having survived the crash.
I didn’t remember much after that. The whole thing felt like a dream. Thomas was invincible. I knew the situations he’d been in over the years and I refused to believe it was the rain that killed him.
Moving so I didn’t disturb Jax, who was holding my hand, I slipped out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I liked the idea of a bath to wash off the memories, but the effort felt too much. In fact, the effort to do anything felt too much, so I turned on the shower, stepped in, and lowered myself to the ground. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I rested my forehead on them and closed my eyes, letting the force of the water pummel my back and mix with my tears that now fell freely, in loud, uncontrollable sobs.