The meeting place sat beside an old picnic shelter overlooking a quiet lake and the peaceful setting somehow made everything feel even more uncomfortable because none of us had forgotten why we were there.
“Five minutes.” Blade said looking at his watch but nobody answered.
Casey stood near one of the parked cars with his laptop while Wayne quietly watched the treeline.
Drake hadn’t spoken since we left the clubhouse and I looked toward him.
“You don’t have to do this.” I said and his eyes stayed fixed on the empty road.
“Yes I do.” He said.
“You could leave.” I said.
“No. I spent years wondering why. I’m not walking away now.” He said which I completely understood.
Whatever happened today Drake deserved the answers that he never got. Whether be believed them or not was ano
