Crew’s Pov
I texted Summer and then put my phone face down on the table and went back to eating, except I wasn't really eating. I was just moving food around and waiting and thinking about everything I'd managed to drag her into since she walked through the front door of this house.
The bullying first. Weeks of making her feel like she didn't belong somewhere she had every right to be. Then the tutoring, which I'd manipulated just to spend time with her. Then Brianna and the blackmail and the stress of that hanging over both of us. And then the worst one, the one I couldn't think about directly without something cold moving through my chest. A man was dead and Summer had been in that room and she was carrying it because of me. Because I hadn't been able to just handle my own problems wit
