Chapter Eighteen
We sat in silence for a moment, each consumed by our own thoughts.
“I’m sorry,” I finally whispered.
“For what?” Leah raised her head, squinting as she searched my face.
“Jere. I don’t know…everything.” I rubbed my hands together.
Despite the fact I was not the least bit cold, a chill was swirling, even if it was just in my head.
She shrugged. Her face, strangely, revealed nothing. “You can’t apologize for what you didn’t start,” she replied, pausing before adding, “You had no control over what transpired…before.”
I shook my head. “No, but regardless of what Ramirez just spouted, I do have control over what to do with the knowledge I am currently in possession of. Up until this point, I have done a pretty poor job of it.”
Leah frowned, then waved a hand. “Hey, I ur
