Epilogue
For two days straight,I lost myself to the Freed brothers. To their hands, to their mouths, to their lust for me. I couldn’t tell you if it was love. At times it felt like it. Felt close to something beautiful, something everlasting. Max kept me laughing, Bryce held me when I cried for the mother I never had, and Hudson listened when I talked about the loneliness of a life spent in a house filled with hateful men and a broken woman. It was magical, it was blissful, and then, it wasover.
Once the snowstorm had finally cleared, and the roads were made passable, we made our way back down to the resort. Whether it was because, somehow, we knew another storm was brewing or whether it was because those blissful dayswerejust a fantasy we couldn’t hold on to, something changed when we pulled up outside the chalet. Reality crept back in and settled amongst the cracks we had only just begun toheal.
All it had taken was one phone call. A phone call that led to me packing my bags and leaving the Freed brothers in the middle of the night, too afraid to saygoodbye.
Now, as I sit here by my mother’s lifeless body, crying over a woman who broke my heart, my thoughts return to the three men who, for a brief moment in time, made me feel like I was loved, and I find myself wondering whether the brothers Freed are thinking of me atall.
To becontinued…