Sam didn't charge at me like a wild animal since two weeks ago when I walked out of the kitchen on him. He was giving me space, which I appreciated, because I needed to work out in my mind this thing called blackmail.

I had no idea what I was even looking for. Rick didn't appear to know, either. Even if I did find something incriminating, I wasn't so sure handing it over to someone like Rick would be easy, even with the threat of the pictures of me. I'd grown up with the ...