Chapter 77

NADINE

I don't know how long I sobbed on Ronan.

Time lost all significance after the initial minutes. The agony continued to spill out of me in fractured, ugly cries that rocked my whole body. My throat was sore from the weeping, my chest hurt from how hard it convulsed. And Ronan just stood there, holding me. Close. Quiet. Unyielding.

His shirt was soaked through where my face was pressed, but he