Chapter Six
Thoughts wouldn’t come, and I felt the familiar numbness of defeat. This day had started poorly, dipped in the middle and the end wasn’t looking good either. Guilt was my friend by now, but even that had its limits. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of my mind, I could compartmentalize, organize my thoughts so that the crushing weight of events wouldn’t destroy me. Still, the burning building and the ambulances scattered around the bomb site gave me pause.
Was it really all my fault? Would any of this have happened without my interference or my fumbling investigations? The flask in my pocket felt heavy, calling to me once more. I may have answered if not for a noise behind.
Rey reappeared from the side door, carrying two cups and stepped over to me. The look on my face must h
