Chapter 6
Eventually Kris had to look. One of them had to. To comprehend the extent of the damage.
Justin tried to read the article open on his mobile. Kris tried to not let him glimpse the screen. “You don’t want to see that—”
“I have to.” Justin put out a hand, tipped the phone into view. “I have to know.”
“James told me not to let you…”
“James knows?” Hurt littered that question like treacherous bruising rubies. “Was that what your texts were? You—all of you—you didn’t want me to find out?”
Kris, wounded by gemstones of pain as they hit, tripped and flailed amid words. “No—I mean we didn’t want it to be—we didn’t want you to find out like—”
“Instead I found out when I got fired.” That voice cracked. Scratches in familiar melody. Frustration, loss, distress. “He told them everythi
