Galaxy’s chest tightened, wishing he had done more to stop what the monster had done to Leo. He hadn’t know about it, but he wondered if he’d paid more attention to his family instead of his art and his own fucked up relationships if he would have realized sooner. Wishing and guilt didn’t change things.
“Dr. Carew called. He wants to know when you want to reschedule your next session with him,” Galaxy said. Dr. Carew was a psychiatrist in Sutter’s Bay Leo had been seeing. His brother had canceled their last session.
“How about when pigs fly?”
“Leo.”
“Leave me alone,” Leo muttered, covering his eyes with one arm.
He sighed and stood. “All right. But this isn’t over.”