Carter
Whoever said misery loves company is f*****g wrong. I don’t want to look at Leonard Jaime, I don’t want to talk to him.
I’m f*****g pissed and it’s all I can do not to throw s**t on the ground and toss Leonard out the window of the nearly-finished build in San Esteban.
As we do a walk-through with Sims and a team of inspectors, I glance over at my friend. He’s haggard. He looks like he hasn’t slept, either.
Some of this shitshow is my fault. I could’ve told Evangeline I loved her enough for the both of us. I could’ve spoken up in that moment. Before Mark came home, instead of saying that when they told him was their business, I could’ve been a true partner in the throuple and talked out how and when to break the news to him. Instead, I shoved the responsibility into their laps.
