Max stepped out of the bathroom, his mind still spinning from the phone call, though the words he'd spoken barely registered anymore.
Right now, he didn't care what anyone thought about him, about the choices he had made, about the truth behind who he really was. All of that was noise, background static to the one thing echoing in his head: Jay.
How can I help him? How do I let his soul rest a little easier?
But as Max returned to the reception area, he was not prepared for what waited for him.
His footsteps halted instantly. Every instinct told him to turn back, to walk the other way.
In the hallway, flanked by a guard and standing opposite Aron, was a young girl.