“I told you that I want to forget about it.” “And I told you that I’d do whatever you wanted me to do.” A vein throbbed in his neck as he watched me watch him. “But that doesn’t mean that my silence isn’t eating me alive.” “Joey, don’t let him do this to us.” I took a step toward him and reached for his hand. “Don’t let him win.” “Don’t you get it, Molloy?” Joey pulled his hand free from mine and backed away. “He always wins.”
