Beca.

Trembling, I sat on the couch with a glass of water in my hand, staring into it. James’s hand was on my shoulder in a reassuring manner, but I didn’t find myself calming down at all. A choked sob emitted from the pit of my chest, and I took several deep breaths.

“Becca,” James said softly. “We can get through this, too. She is unhinged and out of it. There’s no way she can accomplish much like that. I doubt she will listen to me regarding ...