On seeing us, Jack's expression hardens, and he glares at us-me.

“What do you want? My face is messed up, just like you want. Aren’t you happy now?” He accuses me like I am the bad guy.

I hate when he gets bitchy and starts ranting.

I fold my hands over my chest and lean on the walk while Josh goes and sits beside him.

“You deserve what you got and even worse for what you did.” I slam back irritably at him.

“What did I do?” He asks with a grimace and I almost facepalm.

“Does Justine sound familiar?”

He looks lost for a while, then he says. “You...