I told him I would resume work the next day and ended the call. Then I left the meat and ran up to my apartment. I needed to check on Sienna. When I reached the door, I heard her sobbing from inside her room. The sound stopped me. I stood there, hand half-raised, ready to knock. But I hesitated. The truth was, I was probably the last person she wanted to see. She had just embarrassed herself publicly to save my name. She had sacrificed the little reputation she had left because of my silence and my mark. If I went in there now, what would I say? Thank you? Sorry? Both sounded useless.
So I stepped back quietly. I returned to the garage and finished dressing the meat. Using my mobile data and a social media account I had opened under an alias, I searched for her confession video. I found i
