“East End doesn’t need another troubled, self-involved man to weigh it down with his baggage. It needs…” He pauses, searching. And then the divot in his brow smoothes away. “It needs kindness. You’re the only person who’s ever promised that to them.” I take a deep breath, looking at Tommy, Rory, Baxter, Dory, Loeffler, and Mitch—men who could grow into monsters under the pressure of a system that demands it of them. Or men who can grow into something better, if only they have the guidance.
