time.
“I owe Ethan an apology.”
“Yes,” I said.
He nodded. “And you.”
I wiped mud off my wrist with a paper napkin from the table. It did nothing.
“For what part?”
He didn’t duck it.
“All of it. Talking. Showing off. Thinking loud means strong.” He glanced toward the alley where county officers were still moving around the van. “I thought I knew what tough continue reading …
