Chapter Twenty-Nine
Mack
“Mack, why would you think that?” Evie asked, her brow knitted in concern.
“I know it’s not rational, Evie. It’s just stuck with me.” My little sister narrowed her eyes and leveled me with what I supposed she thought was a glare. Evie was too cute for a glare, but I got the message. “Why are you so pissed?”
“Because you’re torturing yourself over something you had absolutely no control over, and it’s kind of arrogant.”
“Arrogant?”
“Yes. You can’t save everybody. You definitely couldn’t save Krista that day. Get over it and stop letting it get in the way of your life.”
“What the hell are you talking about? I’m living,” I said defensively.
Evie paused to dip a tortilla chip into the bowl of salsa on the table. She’d stopped by my cabin tonight to show off the
