When Colt lifted his head, his eyes were glassy. I recoiled. I’d known Colt since just before our tenth birthdays. And the only time I’d ever seen him cry was when he’d told us his dad was dying from cancer. “Fuck,” I swore under my breath. I abandoned the drums and sat on the floor in front of the other two. “What the fuck happened? Who is this girl to get you like this?” Colt shook his head. “It’s not my place to say. I swear, if I could tell you, I would.”
