Manuel pov

Ryan leaned on the balcony rail, shoulders hunched, voice low and raw. “Look, man. I’d be selfish to tell you not to feel guilty about what happened. I feel guilty too. I was the one who pushed the idea and convinced you it was our only option. We’re stuck because of me.” He stared out over the city for a beat, jaw working as he swallowed the words.

“It’s not your fault if you’re blaming yourself for this mess we’re in now,” I said, inhaling deeply as I joined ...