I've resorted to staring at my own reflection in the window. I'm having a reluctant hunger strike. Food is the last thing on my mind. Smiling is a chore. The weight of my face is too great. There is nothing to smile about. May as well take the other one too and finish me off. Take the ghosts (Jake is still here but so quiet), take the dreams. Take it all. What's the difference anymore?
Hey, Bridge.
I don't turn. I look tired and I don't want anyone to see it.
Just to set the record straight Lochlan was the only one who voted for him to stay.
I turn slowly.
He said you would break. He was adamant. He was scared to death. He said you were in love and that it wouldn't be much different than any other tragedy at this point and he begged us to change our minds but we didn't We either hyped each other up or we were looking for an easy solution.
But he took the blame.
He's that kind of guy. He's never going to say it wasn't him, or he didn't do it. You know that.
But he's in charge. How did this go through-
It was unanimous, Bridget. We all said yes. He doesn't have veto over that.
I thought he did.
Well, he doesn't and he was willing to listen to us, maybe he thought he was too emotional to force the issue. Maybe too close, if there is such a thing-
There is.
Then that would be him, right?
It would.