Chapter 133
Will
The Andrew I knew was gone.
His eyes were cold.
Lifeless.
He finally slapped Ang's hand like a high five rather than a shake and continued to glare at me.
"I was scared," I finally said. "Jealous and scared."
Surprise flickered across his face.
"I'd sent her into your arms knowing you'd take care of her while I was gone while hating the bad influence you were on each other. You had this connection I didn't understand, this... thing that gripped both of you like a vise. I didn't get it, I hated it, hated you for bringing her into it almost as much as I hated that I couldn't stop it." All things I'd told Ang without reservation. "And I'd been gone so much, it made sense, she chose drugs over me, why not eventually choose my best friend? The one who was there when I wasn't?"
Andrew looked away.
Ang reached for my hand and squeezed.