“When we were at Voodoo, you asked me to go for drinks after work every time we had a shift together, even though I always said no. Why?” I asked. Something that looked an awful lot like remorse crossed his face, and I felt my chest tighten. “Because you were breaking. I knew you were lonely. I saw it every day when you came home from work. And I couldn’t tell Ramel who you were or do anything to interfere with Yahweh’s plans. Ramel had to get there on his own. In the meantime, I thought you could use a friend, so I tried to be one for you.”
