The anger, the worry over her, gets the best of me. I can’t contain it. Bitterness builds again. I lean in. “Do you know how goddamn worried everyone was when you took off? Dakota cried for weeks. She—” “Don’t,” Fallon orders, wild-eyed. “I don’t want to hear what I missed. How big Duke is, that Lainie doesn’t even know me, what everyone else has done since I’ve been gone. I don’t want to hear any of it.” “Why?” I push. “Because,” she snaps, “it pisses me off. And you know what else pisses me off? You.”
