“Hey, man, you don’t want to do this,” Beau’s voice shakes, and I laugh again because he has no idea, does he? He doesn’t know that I’ve been dreaming of this moment since before I even knew his name or the sorry story of his life. He doesn’t know that the moment I laid eyes on Nadia, the threads of our fates intertwined, and I became her justice and his reckoning.
