“The only reason I didn’t kill myself was because Shea wouldn’t leave me alone long enough to get it done. And then you showed up.” He made it sound like an accusation, complete with a finger pushed into my chest. “You. You fucking saved me. You both fucking saved me. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Shea and you. And that fucker, he swore he’d come back, that he wasn’t done with me, and now he is back, he’s fucking back, and he’s going to hurt you both—”
