My anger and desperation for revenge has once again uprooted their lives. If something happens, if we go to jail or someone dies, it’s on me. It’ll be my fault, and it’s a burden that has sat with me. The selfishness of my grief will be the damnation of them. “I’m sorry,” I say, not sure how to take it back or say it much better than that. “For what?” Rook’s eyebrows twitch together, the whites of his eyes turning pink from the weed. “This is on me.” I shove my hands into my front pockets, looking up at the leaking sky. “You guys coming back. The blackmail. All of it. It’s on me. I couldn’t
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