“Why are you asking questions that are none of your business?” “That’s your perspective. It’s not mine.” “Cut it out, Brax. I fucking mean it. No more questions and no more pretending you care. None of us are going to fall in love with you.” Jesus. Every day, Houston gave me a new motive to murder him. I wondered if there was a time when he wasn’t so arrogant. I doubted it.
