A drunk, he thought again, as his breath moved in time with his legs. So, he liked to drink. He had reason to. Sleep evaded him most nights. All the loss, all the people he’d let down… Her words pinged around inside his skull. ‘It’s not your purpose to keep evil from inflicting harm on the world.’ What would it be like if he accepted Darla left not because of him, but because she hated Wyoming and the life Bear had created here? What would it be like if he understood Samantha’s abduction, both times, rests with Rutgers, the dead, sick son of a b***h who had kidnapped, tortured, and then killed fourteen teenage girls? What would it feel like to forgive himself for not forcing Alyssa to press charges sooner against her father? What if he didn’t blame himself for not knowing Justin would esca
