“How the fuck are you all so chill about this? That girl should not be back there. It’s like sending a junkie back into a crack house. She’s going to relapse.” “But you knew she got better, which means you knew her before she came here…” King muses out loud, before finally turning to face me, his eyes narrowed. “Talk.” I flick my tongue over my front teeth, chuckling. “I’m not doing this.” Kyrin storms into the kitchen, banging the wall with his fist. “Yes, the fuck you are.”
