A nurse showed us to a room where we could shower and change into different clothes.
I was pretty sure it was a staff waiting room, and I was sitting on a bench between a bunch of lockers when the door opened.
“Bren?”
Cross walked inside. I didn’t move.
An hour ago we’d been going to kill Alex. Thirty minutes ago we were racing to save him. And now, I didn’t know. I just didn’t know. It was all such a whirlwind.
“Hey.” He kneeled at my feet, his hands on my legs, and he peered up at me. “Hey.” He touched under my chin, raising my gaze to his. “You okay?”
“You were going to kill him.”
He nodded. “Yeah. I was.”
There was no remorse. He didn’t regret it. There was no shame either.
“I would’ve, if he’d had an attitude, if he’d cussed me out, if he’d tried to fight me. I would’ve. I kn
