Something wasn’t right. He’d seen it as they looked at each other while telling her about Olivia and David Duncan and then again when they agreed to let him write the story. No way would they have let him write this if everything they said was true. Which meant more secrets. And that meant Callah was in even more danger now. If he couldn’t trust the good guys, who could he trust? Of course, he knew the answer to that one. Learned it at an early age. The only person you ever really trusted was yourself. Made life a much more simple process. He thought about brushing Callah’s hair back, but he didn’t dare touch her. The flashes of anger she’d shown so far spoke volumes. The agents might have delivered the bad news, but in her mind he was very much complicit in this mess. He didn’t know what to say. Somehow are you okay didn’t fit. Besides, he knew the answer to that one. Hell no, she wasn’t. She wasn’t ever going to be okay again. “Quit looking at me like that, Riley.”
