I had been up all night going over my raging thoughts and what I might say to my oldest friend. Because as much as we liked to fight and banter, this was a delicate situation, and I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship. Hugh Biggs meant an awful lot to me—not as much as his sister clearly meant, but still. I needed him to be okay about this. I needed his approval. I needed him to know that I wasn’t fucking around anymore. That his sister wasn’t a game to me, and I was deadly serious.
