Connor
I watched as Tony stared at the table, fidgeting in discomfort. It was almost as if he knew that no matter what he said from this point forward, his life was never going to be the same. I could tell the Cristi was getting impatient, the longer he waited to begin talking.
"Start talking…" Cristi bit out, glaring at Tony across the table.
"Okay, okay. Don't get your knickers in a bunch," Tony snapped. "I don't see why you are being so aggressive about this. It's not like anything was ever going to happen to your precious brothers' pack."
"Are you dense? My niece is dead. Our son is dead. Surely you cannot be so stupid as to think that there will be no ramifications for that," Cristi said.
"Zac wasn't supposed to die!" Tony shouted at Cristi defensively.
"Why don't you just tell us how this all began," I interjected, trying to prevent a domestic from breaking out in front of me.
