Her head quickly shakes, her fists clenching at her sides. “Roman almost died, Foster. He suffered for weeks—no pain meds because he refused to compromise his sobriety. I’d have panic attacks when someone knocked on the door or I received mail.”

“I’m so fucking sorry. God, I would have done so much differently that night if I’d known.”

That’s the second time I’ve said it to her. If I’d known. But I didn’t.

Doesn’t mean I’m not to blame.

Remi licks her lips like she’s about to say something, but then her eyebrows slant in. “Chase … his accident was the night you came to the lake house?”

I force a hard swallow. “Yes.”

She tightens the space between us, not entirely, but she’s close enough to feel. “What happened?”

My gaze averts to our feet, jaw locking. The need to avoid pounds through me, but I can’t anymore. I can’t stop.

“After our fight,” I tell her, “Colt met up with him to go climbing, but Chase was upset and just wanted to drink. I guess Chase was pissed I abandoned him one second and calling to beg for forgiveness the next, and Colt began picking up on what I’d been missing for months.”

I shake my head at myself before looking up. Sad green eyes stare up at me, so tragically beautiful, and I reach out enough to brush my fingers over hers.

She lets me. Fuck, I’m glad she lets me.

“I was too wrapped up in us at the time to notice what was going on with him. Looking back, it started before Prague, but especially while we were there. Chase would mope around for days and then suddenly drag me out all night. Minor things I said or did set him off. He’d take them as a betrayal, only to suddenly act like nothing happened. Like when he refused to talk to me for almost a week, avoiding me and staying in his room.”

She nods a little, the movement slight. “I remember you’d said Chase was acting like you weren’t there, but when he answered your phone a few days later, he denied ever being mad at you.”

And I dismissed it as pettiness, even though he never held a grudge against me in our lives.

“He was mostly back to being Chase after that, but once we were back in Austin, he wanted to go out constantly and pushed to do risky shit. It was almost overwhelming. Then he lashed out at me again when I went after you. The patterns were obvious if I’d have paid attention. Chase wasn’t being reckless and moody. He was struggling with undiagnosed bipolar disorder.”

“And this led to his accident?”