He was planning something, and the Truth Tellers would support him one hundred percent when he decided to make his move.
That being said, Webber had a huge soft spot for women, and an even bigger soft spot for women that needed help.
I wasn’t surprised that he’d gone all in with helping Reign.
“I know that you want to help Reign, but she and her brother might need more than you can provide,” I pointed out.
He winced. “I was thinking that. I’m talking with a nurse from the hospital that works with psych patients. She suggested having them both committed.”
My brows rose. “How will that work?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But that’s why I was getting rid of the kid for a few days.”
“Keely,” I suggested. “Or Milena and Cutter.”
Webber nodded, his eyes once again looking out toward the balcony—a view I hadn’t let myself forget about just in case—and said, “I slightly see why you hesitated to help Reign, though.”
Reign was a lot.
I knew she had problems.
Truly, I did.
I even felt terrible for her.
But there was still something so off about everything when it came to her.
Why hadn’t she spoken up long before now?
She was well into her adult years. At thirty-one, she seriously should’ve done something way before now.
And I’m not victim blaming or anything, but something had to be done. You couldn’t live your life in a shell, hoping that the bad days would pass. And the way she’d gone about doing it had been messy and crazy.
She could’ve killed herself just as easily as other people—not including those that she wanted to kill in the first place.
There just had to be more to the story.
However, her story was just way too much for me at that moment in time.
I needed more shit on my plate like I needed a hole in my head.
The woman under the white sheet shifted, and I once again was reminded of a certain responsibility that didn’t feel like a responsibility at all.
“Don’t let her lock you up with her shit, Webber.” I watched that white sheet shift up and down, and I knew that the girl was out there crying. “She’s got crocodile tears down pat, can lie with the best of them, and has a way of manipulating people that doesn’t much feel like manipulation.”
“Hence the psych ward,” he murmured. “There’s a lot of shit going down that I think is way above my pay grade.”
I looked over at him. “Didn’t Silver have some sort of background in psychology? Maybe she could help.”
Webber’s lip curled, and I nearly laughed.
If there were two people on this planet that didn’t get along, it was Silver and Webber.
Webber was what you would call solitary.
Meanwhile, Silver was the life of the party.
They got together and sparks literally flew, yet neither one of them were willing to admit it to themselves that there was an attraction there.
