“What are your thoughts?” I ask Cade. “I don’t care. I’ll go if you guys want. I owe you at least that much.” His response is one I expected but it still pisses me off. “You don’t owe us shit, man, how many times do we have to tell you that? It was our choice to follow you.” He remains quiet, his hard eyes on the floor. “Have you spoken with Faith since the hospital?” I ask, treading carefully. Pain darkens his expression and his jaw hardens. “No. It’s for the best.”
