**Jake**

I want to throw something. I want to slam my fist into something hard. I want to pulverize something…anything. I didn’t know I could feel this much anger. Even when my father died, and I blamed the South Side, I didn’t feel as I do now.

“Calm down,” Nathan says, gently working his way toward me. “There’s nothing you can do about it now.”

“The hell I can’t,” I say, shouldering past him and stepping toward the door. Kait steps in front ...