Page 8 of Until I Found You
“Remember how before Gage died, Isaac Krate had been arrested for drug trafficking?”
“They think it’s connected to what happened to him?”
“He wouldn’t tell me what evidence they have, but they think Marc Krate has something to do with Gage getting run off the road that night.”
“Mother fucker,” he curses.
Opening the door to my truck, I climb in and turn the ignition. Leaning back against the seat, I run my fingers through my hair and scrub my palms over my face.
“Graham, I’ve told you from day one this wasn’t your fault. I still believe that today.”
“Dean.” I cut him off, not wanting to hear it.
“No,” he stops me, raising his voice. “You listen to me. This wasn’t your fault and it’s time you stop punishing yourself like it was. No one, certainly not Gage, would want you to continue to put this on yourself the way you have been.”
“Alright,” I say, hoping it will get him to stop. We’ve been through this hundreds of times. Nothing he says now is going to change how I feel.
“I’ve gotta go. I need to head down to the office.”
“Yeah, okay,” he says, sighing in frustration. “Do me a favor, will ya?”
“Shoot.”
“You’re home now. I know being close to Halle again is probably stirring up old emotions. I’m sure you’ve convinced yourself you don’t deserve her. Just do me a favor. Promise me you’ll take a chance to have a conversation with her and tell her how you feel.”
“Dean,” I warn. “Halle and I were over years ago. It’s better this way.”
“I don’t think, for a second, you believe the bullshit you’re spewin’. Do yourself a favor, don’t push her away anymore.”
