“You can drop the good-guy act. It’s just me. You don’t have to pretend to care.” My back molars ground together. “I’m not trying to put on any act.” The idea that I was a good man had long since dissipated. I had too much blood on my hands. “Just because I left doesn’t mean I stopped caring.” Wren looked as if I’d slapped her. Then, a second later, her mask was back in place. “Sure as hell could’ve fooled me.”
