(KRYSTAL'S POV)
The silence in the car has been so complete and so heavy that I've stopped trying to fill it.
Angelo hasn't said a word since we left Frank standing in the road with his mouth hanging open. And I don't know if it's because he's thinking, or processing, or simply too exhausted to form sentences. I don't know what's going on behind those grey eyes and I haven't looked over to find out.
Because the silence has given me something I wasn't prepared for.
It's given me time to think.
And right now, thinking is the most dangerous thing I can do.
It all keeps coming at me in waves. Not in order. Not neatly. Just crashing in one after another before I've had the chance to surface from the last one.
Xavier's voice in that locked bathroom. The way he confessed to having my family murdered without flinching. Without a bit of remorse.
Twelve years.
For twelve years I've loathed the wrong people… waiting for the day I'd finally get my revenge.
