The silence told her he was surprised.
“He put her back in jail?”
“Yes. He also apologized and said he was sorry for the way he reacted and understands it was not my responsibility to snitch on my sister.”
“Snitches get stitches,” he snickered.
She giggled, “anyway, apparently they interrogated her, and she confessed I didn’t know anything more than I said.”
“He should have trusted you in the first place,” Dante grunted.
“I agree but we’re working through it.”
“Do you get a choice?” Dante asked bluntly.
“Yes.” She waited for his snort and wasn’t surprised when it was punctuated with a scoff, “he actually told me if I disagreed then he would walk away, and we would do the one week on and off I proposed, and he would respect my request.”
“Then why not? Why not just leave, Briar?”
