"What?" I bit out, my voice pained and shocked.
"Honey, I know you were hurting badly. I saw it. I tried to help, but you think that Havoc did nothing, and that's where you're wrong," she said. "You think he just brushed off what was going on? That's not what happened."
"Trying to convince me to forget about the love of my life with women and booze wasn't exactly a great plan for him," I grumbled, rolling my eyes.
"He didn't just do that," she said. "He helped you get up some mornings if you don't recall. He helped drag you to the tattoo shop. He talked to Hammer when you almost got fired. He started taking you out to do other things when he saw that alcohol was becoming a problem. You didn't see his face either because you were too busy having a pity party. That boy felt awful, but he
