I was on the roof again that night, but I wasn’t there because Kian had called me. I called him, and I did so with shaking hands. To have gotten the text was one thing, but to be the one to initiate the meeting was a whole other level.
That was me.
I had gone to that level, and I still could imagine Snark yelling at me. Before, it was like I had committed a crime by omission. There was wiggle room for a defense team. Not now. I was planning, concocting, and being the mastermind of my own crime. There would be no room for a defense if I were caught red-handed.
And why was I thinking that I’d be prosecuted? For what? A text message? Because I’d forgotten that Kian would probably be surrounded by a team of people tomorrow? Because I still had to go to that interview with my roommate, or sh
