“You know who Patrick Doherty is…” Sasha asks without really asking the question. A dead man. Just like his son. My silence is enough to keep her going, but I’m so numb, caught between rage and blacking out that if I say anything, I might be completely consumed by it. “He isn’t just the Governor of California, he’s the man that made sure everything was redacted from Max’s history. His son, Adam, and his two best friends, did that to Max.” “Where… were you…” I remember the story about the frat party. Where was Sasha? Her friends? Where the fuck was anyone for her?! “I wasn’t there Draven, I
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