Edgar shook his head. “Affair? What affair?” I realized I had never told him what Karly had done. “It’s not important. Not anymore.” “Look, Dylan, you feeling sick or something? You’re not looking good.” “Yeah, I’m a little out of it. Sorry.” I shut up at that point. My experiment in opening up to Edgar hadn’t exactly gone smoothly, and I didn’t need to argue with my grandfather on top of everything else that was going wrong in my life. I let him go back to Nighthawks.
