I frown. “Why what?” He wets his lips, running his hand through his hair, messing it. His words are slurred, his eyes unfocused. “I don’t know why you’re here. Is it… Is it because you f-feel bad? Am I imagining you here? Does Stacey know you’re here? Did you pay me? Have I lost you?” “Kade. I am Stacey.”
