Chapter 31: Not A Saint
Reese
I know I’m not a saint. That realization had never been difficult for me to accept.
I’d made too many mistakes in my life to pretend otherwise, and unlike most people who preferred to hide behind excuses, I’d always been brutally honest with myself about the kind of man I was.
I was reckless sometimes. Selfless more often than I liked to admit. I was also the sort of guy who rarely stopped to consider consequences until they were already standing in front of him with a knife.
My conscience has more stains than a bar rag after closing time. I’ve lied, I’ve manipulated, I’ve taken what I wanted when the mood struck.
I wasn’t proud of that. But at least I never lied to myself about it.
And God knows I hadn’t been perfect in my relationship with Lauren
