I stare into his amber eyes that express a thousand regrets. He’s beating himself up about the pills more than I ever could. This video is no one’s fault…but maybe Scott Van Wright’s. I squeeze his fingers, and he laces them with mine. “I thought you were in a fight,” Ryke says to us. “We are,” I say softly, not taking my eyes off his. No one is going to hurt us: I read in his gaze. No one is going to pull us apart. Not Scott. Not my sister. Not his brother. If someone sinks us, it’ll be ourselves. That, I’m sure of.
