"Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't," Mal replied.
"Well, if it does, or if I can in someway freaking help, I want to," I said, starting to get irritated. "I'm not asking you to tell me anything, despite the fact that I really, really want to. I am asking you to please let me help. Kieran feels incredibly guilty, and I have no idea if Pierce is even okay. I went over Kieran's head because he still won't tell me anything. So, if I can do something to persuade you into helping..."
Mal was silent for a moment. I only knew he was still there because I heard him sigh a couple of times. I didn't want to push him for a reply, but the minutes started to tick by. Kieran will be back any minute.
"Okay," Mal finally replied. "Tomorrow, meet me at the coffee shop in town."
"Wait, in town? You live h
