"Wesley?" I couldn't help but laugh. "How could it possibly be Wesley?"

"Really," Vivien said, gripping the steering wheel and keeping her eyes on the road. "That day when you were knocked out by the frame, you were already unconscious before they took you to the hospital. When I arrived, I saw Mark and Wesley fighting outside the emergency room."

I listened quietly as Vivien recounted what happened.

"Mark had Wesley pinned against the wall, asking him what he meant by ...