“I’m not talking about this with you.” “Well, who else are you going to talk about it with?” he pressed. “No one else knows about the pain you’re in. You spend the majority of your time hiding it.” Closing my eyes, I bite down, feeling the muscle in my jaw jump. “I know that.” “Then do I need to remind you of the night you snuck out of the bunkhouse with a bottle of Jack and a gun? Who followed you out into that field and talked you off the ledge?” Leave it to Mags to get straight to the point. When I didn’t answer, he clipped, “Tell me who, Beau.”
