“Oh, yeah? Well, I find that really hard to believe given the circumstances,” I shot back, wrapping a protective arm around Liz. “I mean, it’s not like you have a good track record of being there when you’re needed.” “How dare you speak to me like that,” Mark seethed, jerking off the swing. “You have some fucking nerve to say that to my face.” “Yeah, well, someone needed to,” I shot back, unwilling to show empathy to an asshole who didn’t deserve it. “The truth hurts, asshole, but it’s still the truth.”
