What am I supposed to do in a situation like this? If I attempted to offload my son’s best friend to some random motel in Crimson Ridge—right on Christmas—what kind of person would that make me? That’s the kind of shit reserved for heartless fucking bastards. Skylar doesn’t have anywhere to go, and I’m sure as hell not going to abandon her all alone. However, is the prospect of bringing her back to my house, my ranch, with the way the snow is sticking on the ground, going to be the greatest test of my sanity… most likely, yes.
