He stood by the entryway of the kitchen, looking down at the floor. His mind kept coming back to the image of Max sitting alone in the bathroom.

If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gotten that far.

After staying silent for so long, the realization hit him like a slap in the face. Max wasn't the only one who was at fault for what happened that night.

It wasn't entirely my fault, either, but it's definitely one of mine...and it shouldn't happen again. I should have known better.

He clenched his fists and exhaled slowly.

"This is so ridiculous…" he growled silently to himself. He rubbed his forehead,...