~ Harley ~
I don’t storm out.
That’s the difference.
Old Harley would’ve slammed the door, flipped him off, and burned the bridge for warmth.
Now I just stand there.
Breathing.
Trying to figure out where the ground actually is.
“You should’ve told me,” I say again. Quieter. Not screaming now.
Quinn doesn’t move from where he’s standing behind the desk.
“Yes,” he says.
“You keep agreeing like that fixes it.”
“It doesn’t.”
“Then stop doing it.”
A flicker of something almost human crosses his face. Regret maybe. He doesn’t defend himself. He doesn’t justify.
He just absorbs it.
“I stayed away on purpose,” he says finally. “After the accident. After the trust was set up. I made sure funds moved through layers. Kevin handled most of it.”
Kevin.
The fixer.
So even his protectio
