“He’s a mess, Wren.” My fingers curved around the arms of the chair, but I didn’t say a word. Lawson let his statement hang heavy in the air for a moment. “I know he hurt you, but he was a kid, too. What happened to him, finding you like he did…it can twist a person up.” “So it’s my fault he bailed?” “Of course, not. I’m just saying there are as many sides to a story as those who’ve lived it.”
