Dane
A few hours later, Dane finally had a moment alone. The conviction that it was time to be proactive—to talk to people he'd rather avoid—was pressing hard. He cursed under his breath. Going to those people wasn't just a risk, it would open up old wounds. He'd be forced to step back into the place he'd been ten years ago.
He shook his head. He'd been such a child. He'd thought it was impossible for someone raised like him to be naive, but those events had proven him wrong over and over again.
Unable to sit still, he paced his office, weighing the pros and cons of opening that particular can of worms. But the truth was, he couldn't see any way around it. If he avoided them, he only gave them control over when the confrontation happened.
Yet, there was a chance they'd find real evidence...
Sighing, Dane made a decision. And told no one about it.
