"I don't want you to think much of it anymore, Jared. One conflict at a time." I reassured him.We were driving home from the bar he had asked me to meet him at. He was quite drunk, it was a struggle getting him to stop drinking and come home with me.

His car was left in the care of the valet who I'd paid well to keep it safe till tomorrow, we were riding home in mine.

"How can I not think of it? A lot of things are going wrong and there seem to be no solution for any. Zaya died, no one could ...