“What do you think?” she asks, her voice straddling the line between calm and hysteria. “Do you think he was… that Adrian was… involved in this? Do you think he was hurting innocent women?”
I have some evidence to support that theory, but even still, it’s hard for me to wrap my head around. My own brother, working against me, in the one industry I swore never to be a part of.
The worst of it was that he’d been there when I made the decision. He saw what led me to it. He’d looked Milana right in the eye and I was so certain that he noticed what I did—how deep some wounds really go.
Things happened after that, of course. Life happened, in all its ugliness and glory. Considering everything that we went through, I can understand his resentment—to a certain extent, at least. I can see where
