“She listens to you. Get her to patch things up with young Casey before she floods the house with tears.” “Yeah, I’ll, ah, I’ll call her after work,” I managed to squeeze out, though it was hard to breathe let alone talk. Because this was on me. Molloy’s tears were on me. This whole damn mess was a result of my inability to resist the pull of my fucked-up DNA. Feeling like my heart was constricting to the point of explosion, I set the ratchet down and moved for the back door. “I’ll be back in five.”
