Zay flicks his gaze to me. “While we live here, we have to care. Because the moment we don’t care, shit gets brutal.” He reclines back in the chair. “Things like what happened to you on the bridge will happen more and more frequently. And then, on top of that, we’ll start getting shit from our fathers about tarnishing the family names.” The muscle in his jaw ticks at the mention of their fathers. “Which is why it’s really important to retaliate as soon as possible. But, in order to do so, we have to figure out who pushed you off the bridge.” He looks at me as if expecting me to give him an answer.

“I wish I could help, but I already told you I never saw their faces.”

“But you head their voices, right?” he asks, and I nod. “So, we just need to get you to place a voice to a face.”

“How do we do that exactly?” I ask. “I barely know anyone here.”

“Well, more than likely, tomorrow, we’ll be at school with them, so I’m thinking we start searching around and keep our ears open,” he says, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “I know it might be complicated, but it’s important that you figure it out.”

“Yeah …” is all I say, because I don’t know if I can do it. I mean, I can’t even remember much of my past, so how am I supposed to get my mind to link a voice to a face when that kind of stuff clearly isn’t my forte?

Zay’s gaze dissects me. “Unless you don’t want to be part of this.”

“I already kind of am,” I remind him. “And it’s not that.” I chew on my bottom lip. “I just worry I won’t be able to do it. My brain isn’t the greatest when it comes to memories and stuff like that.” I squirm at saying such truthful words aloud, but these guys know nearly as much about my past as I do, so it’s not like I need to tiptoe around it.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Jax speaks up, sliding his arm along the back of the sofa and behind me. “And if you can’t do it, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Don’t coddle her,” Zay says, irritation ringing in his tone. “It is a huge fucking deal if she doesn’t.”

“And I’m sure putting an immense amount of pressure is going to help her,” Jax snaps back, glaring at Zay.

“Jesus, what the hell is happening right now?” Hunter mumbles under his breath as he glances at his two friends.

I’m not certain what’s shocking him, but it’s clearly something.

“Maybe she needs that,” Zay tells him, crossing his arms.

As Zay and Jax continue to argue with each other, Hunter takes a sip of his whiskey then moves to set the cup down, but I grab it from his hand. While alcohol isn’t my first choice, it does have a slightly similar effect as taking a couple of hits.