River.
The silence in the living room was heavy. It felt like a physical weight pressing down on my shoulders. I sat on the edge of the sofa, my hands buried in my hair. My mind was a whirlwind, spinning with images of the night. I saw the Boss’s cold eyes. I saw the needles. I saw the spray of blood from Rex’s mouth.
What have I done? The single thought looped in my head like a broken record.
Yes, I had known the Boss was coming. I had felt the shadow of his arrival days ago. But I stayed silent. I thought I was protecting them by not causing a panic. I thought it was nothing. Matter of fact, there was no reason why I should justify.
I was wrong. I was so wrong that it almost cost Rex his life.
Almost…
I pray it remains almost.
I looked over at Rain. He was sitting in the armchair
