Chapter 94

• "I'm sorry it turned out this way."
• That made it the fifth time Theron had apologized since we left the Lockhart Digital building. He’d brought me to one of his friend’s restaurants for dinner most likely out of guilt for dragging me into the mess we were now neck-deep in. Not that I was going to turn down a good meal.
• He pulled out a chair for me, offering a faint smile that barely masked the tightness in his shoulders. Guilt etched itself into every movement he made.