Only a few things were clear: DeStasio had blamed me for everything he did—and everyone who mattered believed him. I was suspended from my job. And I was going to need a lawyer. My mother was dying. My dad was three thousand miles away. And Owen, my Owen, the one guy who was always on my side, was on a ventilator. In a medically induced coma. With a fifty-fifty shot at survival.
Oof.
