Thirty - ConnorBack at my apartment, Sara threw on one of my dress shirts and sat outside on the balcony with a glass of whiskey while I climbed into the shower. She insisted I needed to take this one alone. She told me how helpful it had been for her to wash away everything that had just happened alone and said I wouldn’t regret it.
She was right. The heat eased my sore muscles and unlocked all the tension in my shoulders and back from fighting with Fang and his goons the night before. It eased some of the tension from having to tell so many people that their friends and loved ones hadn’t made it back.
People didn’t seem to mind that their loved ones were involved in criminal organizations when the money was coming in, but as soon as something happened, we became the worst people on the
