The Wrong Kind of Right
“What are you doing”, she breathes out, hard to understand over the still too loud music wafting through the side door of the club. He doesn't say anything for a while, just keeps touching her skin. “Tell me to stop, Karen”, he finally manages. But she doesn't.
- Part 1 of The Wrong Kind of Right
'I didn't see what I think I saw. I didn't see what I think a saw", he repeats over and over in his head while trying to catch his breath.
But Cook knows that he saw Freddie fucking his sister. He knows.
- Part 2 of The Wrong Kind of Right