22
Patrick
There were a million things I wanted to say. A thousand defenses. A hundred arguments. More than a dozen cuss words. But not a single apology.
I wasn’t here to apologize for Morgan.
And I never would.
That didn’t mean that the last hour had been any better though. After having it out with Austin, he’d stormed out of the building. Jensen and Landon had come in at the tail end of that, and Jensen had immediately gone off to find Julia. Landon had given me a short laugh and crossed his arms over his chest, as if to say, You’re in it now.
Currently, I was in the conference room with Landon, Jensen, and Sutton seated around the table. I couldn’t sit. I was too nervous. I was too pissed that Austin hadn’t come back yet. Too worried that Morgan wasn’t here either.
The last thing
