Chapter 291

　　"I know it is a bit hypocritical to be angry."

　　My voice is too quiet.

　　The words fall between us like lead weights.

　　I force my chin up.

　　I lock my eyes directly onto Nixon's face.

　　Guilt crawls straight up my throat like hot acid, thick and choking.

　　"I feel guilty for being angry."

　　I dr...