“I don’t understand, Walker. I think it’s bullshit.” He sneered. “You didn’t mean for it to happen. Hah! If you didn’t mean for it to happen, it wouldn’t have.”
“You don’t understand—”
“Shut up!” Ollie snapped, surprising even himself. He was always such a nice guy. He looked over at Walker, whose mouth hung open. “I need to say this and you will sit there and listen.” Ollie swallowed, feeling a wave of acidic bile rising up from his gut and splashing the back of his throat. With sheer force of will, he held the nausea at bay. He would be damned if he would let Walker see him cry, let alone vomit.