Chapter Twenty-Three
Carrington laughed and lowered himself to the couch next to me. “You stupid f**k. You really thought you were doing it for me?”
I nodded. “I did. When I went to see you, you were so mad. I didn’t want to bring more pain to you.”
He laughed again. “I was pissed at first because I was on so many drugs I didn’t know who anyone was. When I found out you were pulling the story, I was pissed and didn’t want to see you. How could you do that?”
I shook my head. “I really thought I was doing the right thing.”
“For you, maybe. We all agreed to it because we wanted our stories told. In life and death. You had control over that. A lot of the guys felt like you buried our story because you knew you f****d up. You should have told our story.”
I sighed. “I think it’s too late n
