“A mistake is a wrong turn.

What you did was a choice.”

His jaw tightened.

“I was destroyed when Talia died.

I was out of my mind.”

“So was Keegan,” I said.

“He was just four, so he didn’t get the option of a car and a highway.”

Before Warren could answer, a heavy hand landed on my shoulder — Russ, the lead mechanic from my shop, who’d covered a hundred of my shifts over the years for fevers and conferences and midweek away games.