Connor stares straight through me. Like he can see every organ and blood cell inside my body. No way that’s possible, but if someone had X-ray vision, guess I’d say it’d be him. He knows I’ve tattooed his son. He knows I’ve been Beckett’s friend. He knows we were friends. He’s never put up a stink about it like I’m a bad influence. Never scolded me. Never condemned me. And now, his wife hates me, and he’s still looking straight through me.
