He…
What?
My asshole brother is standing behind the counter.
His eyes fill with apology as they meet mine.
That's nothing.
Worse than nothing.
I…
He…
Fuck, I can't find a cutting remark. This is too heavy. I'm too heavy.
"Em…" His eyes turn down.
"What?"
He pushes something toward me. A piece of paper, typed and signed.
Hunter's resignation.
"What did you…?" My fingers curl into the paper. It's… He… "Why?"
"I didn't."
"But…"
"He called Ryan first. Made sure we're still on board with hiring Chase and Griffin."
"But they said… they want nothing to do with him."
"Yeah. But if he isn't here…"
Fuck.
I want to hate him for this.
For leaving.
But he's doing exactly what I would.
Sacrificing for his family.
For what he thinks is right.
He's so fucking stupid, thinking this is right.
But, God…
I guess my heart is just as stupid.
Because I don't hate him more.
I want to hate him.
But I don't.
I really don't.