Don’t cry for me beautiful. I’m not worth it. I was never worth it. I should have left you alone that night. If I had, none of this would have happened. I would likely be dead, but you my angel, you would have at least been happy. I want to tell Jada this, but I can feel the plastic tube running down my throat. If I think about it for too long, I gag. I am useless. I can’t comfort Jada, but as always I can find a way to hurt her. This. This is what you deserve. So just lie here and take it, Chase. I tell myself this truth over and over until it solidifies in my mind.