Rafe Cameron

She looks at Rafe, her eyes searching his face for any sign of mockery or insincerity. But all she sees is pain and a strange connection. "I just keep replaying that moment in my head," she admits softly. "The way he looked at me before he..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the sentence.

She takes his hand, seeking comfort in his touch. The warmth of his skin against hers is a stark contrast to the cold emptiness she feels inside.

I just can't stop thinking about him," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "His laugh, his stupid jokes... everything." Rafe steps closer, his presence both comforting and intimidating. "He was a pain in the ass, but he was family.