“Not all of you,” falls from my lips unwittingly and I bite down hard on my tongue until I taste blood. Tate sighs and leans back into the chair. “That’s on him to fix. But you can’t blame the rest of us for his mistakes. Savy, we thought you’d come back when school started again. We thought we had time to fix it, to show you how much we wanted you and how sorry we were for that moment of doubt that ruined everything. But you didn’t come back and then the draft happened and Jude and I were sent to opposite sides of the country.”
