The inside of the brewery looks like the interior chambers of a heart—burned, blackened, ruined …
 
 This is how much I hurt her.
 
 Now she’s hurting me in return.
 
 Back at the house,Chief, Andrei, Hakim, Vlad, and Jasper argue in the kitchen, a babble of conflicting ideas and warnings.
 
 “We need a supplier?—”
 
 “We could go back to Kovalenko?—”
 
 “Fuck no?—”
 
 “The Chechens could sell to us, temporarily?—”
 
 “It’s a month at least until we’re up and running again?—”
 
 “Not if we?—”
 
 “That’s not possible?—”
 
 “But what if?—”
 
 I push past all of them, heading upstairs.
 
 “Where are you going?” Jasper calls.
 
 “Gonna lay down for a minute.”
 
 I hear the silence as they stare at my back, then the shuffle as they all cast looks at each other. Confused. Wondering what’s wrong with me.
 
 I head up the stairs alone.
 
 It’s pointless to talk this over with them—I already know what needs to be done. We’ll have to take on a new partner. The options are few and I hate all of them, but there’s no other choice—we’ll burn every bridge we’ve built if we can’t get our product out on time.
 
 I lay down on my bed, hands clasped behind my head, looking up at the ceiling.
 
 I wonder what Sabrina’s doing right now, at this moment?
 
 I don’t believe for a second that she’s satisfied with burning the lab. She took that equipment because she’s going to start cooking drugs again.
 
 “If we went head-to-head you’d learn a thing or two about what I can do …”
 
 That’s what she shouted at me right before she left.
 
 We were both yelling, both angry. I lost my mind for a minute, I didn’t mean any of it.
 
 But Sabrina did.
 
 She’s always been more honest than me.
 
 I thought she’d cool off and come right back again. Now I realize this is only the beginning. She sees me as her enemy, her rival. Her betrayer.
 
 I asked her to jump, I promised that I’d catch her … then I let her slip through my arms and fall …
 
 She’s been gone twenty-four hours. Every minute that passes is a spoon scooping into my guts, digging out another piece of me. There’s a hole in my chest, a deep hollow … if I lose anymore, I might collapse.
 
 I miss her. I fucking miss her.