“What happened to you?” I ask on reflex, my own troubles pushed aside for now.
There are dark, heavy bags under Neil’s eyes and his cheeks are harrow. He looks downright haggard, like he’s the one with a sickness, but he doesn’t seem to have any congestion. Maybe he was beat up or something, but I couldn’t imagine him losing a fight.
Unless he was in a position where he wouldn’t fight back.
Like against his father.
“Have you been to see your dad?” I ask.
“Not recently,” he says, and I’m confused again. “I’m not hurt. I’m not sick or anything. I’m just tired.”
I believe that. He looks exhausted. But I’m not so sure that’s all this is. It seems like more.
“I’m not here to get you to worry over me,” Neil says. “We need to talk about Archer and Beau.”
“No, we don’t.” I cross my arms. “
