“Can you at least tell me if, like, it was lots of people or…or not?” Neither of them spoke. But their faces told me everything I needed to know. “Arden…” George made a futile attempt to restrain me. “Oh. My. God.” I was loud enough to turn a few heads, but I wasn’t in any state to care. “Where is he? Is he still here? I’m going to kill him. Actually fucking kill him.”
