Chapter 153 R3

• “You don't have a say in this, bitch.” Cole bent down. He hooked his hands under Zach’s armpits and hauled him upright like a sack of grain. Zach’s boots dragged, kicking up gravel as Cole propped him against the car and held him there with a hand flat on his chest.
• “I said get up," Cole growled. "You don’t get to hide on the ground. You face it. Like I had to.”
• He removed his hand and Zach swayed, but remained standing, his back against the steel. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his cheeks above the silver tape.