Miriam leaves the room. Carina, Trevor, and Ocean remain. Miriam really stood and tried to defend Carina’s actions, and it sickened me. Would she have taken the bullet for her? Maybe I should’ve waited to find out. But I couldn’t.
Trevor remained next to Ocean, holding onto her hands. I didn’t want to intervene, but Ocean was dead, and Trevor just sat in her blood. She needed to be cleaned up and laid to rest. I just didn’t know if it was possible for Trevor to let go.
“Trevor . . . come on.”
“Rex, please. I don’t want to have to shoot you, too.”
Without looking at me, he responds. His tone was neutral and calm, a sign that there was no joke about the threat he made. But I can’t leave him here like this.
“We need to get Ocean cleaned up. She’s slumped on the wall like this . . . she m
