Tonight, Jason will finally pay for what he did to Emmy. It’s been hard as hell waiting to go after him, but I knew we had to make sure the time was right so he wouldn’t be expecting it and neither would Emmy. Looking over to Trey, I shoot him a half-smile. “What’s the problem, kid? If you don’t want to come, you don’t have to.” “No, I wanna be there,” he answers quickly, fidgeting in his seat. Being eighteen, he may think he’s a man, but he’s not. I’m proud that he wants to help deal with this bastard, but at the same time, I don’t want this shit to scar him. “Trey, I want you to listen to me. There’s nothing wrong with staying out of this.” “I’m gonna be there. That not what’s bothering me.” He turns to look at me. “I heard you and Emmy talking last night.” “About what?” I ask, even though I think I already know the answer. There’s only one topic that could make him this upset.
