Without a word, Skylar drops into the wingback in sudden defeat, covering his face with his palms, "What a mess. What a fucking mess." His muffled voice clear with anxiety, I can practically feel the dread radiating from him.

"I'm so sorry you have to be involved, Skylar. But, for your protection, I understand why Zack pulled you back in." I say, trying to justify the situation but even I know my words are only making it worse.

"It makes a lot more sense." Skylar says, ...