CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
“How are you doing?” Bri asked when they pulled up to the apartments.
Blaser turned off the engine and curled his fingers around the steering wheel. “I have no idea,” he said. “I was happy when you invited me to that session with Lys, ‘cause I thought… I thought it was us, moving forward, but…”
“You didn’t expect to find out what you did about Ruger,” she said. “I was pretty shocked myself.”
“You’ve been sitting on this for a year,” he said, his body remained forward-facing, but his eyes sloped around to her. “How the f**k can you stand to look at any of us?”
“I’ve had a year,” she said with a feeble shrug. “At first, I was shocked, and I did want to blame Ruger. Every time I let myself get into that destructive thought pattern I… I realized the only way I could’ve
