The apprehension grew, and Angelo sat back, telling himself not to ask questions until they were done. Paige could hardly look at him, Jono looked like he wanted to be anywhere else, and Monet... she looked like she was going to be sick.

And then he felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on him.

Not Sean. He was... he was too strong for that. Angelo looked up to the man; he wouldn't get careless that way. Not to that point. Right?

"Are you--"

He cut himself off, looked at each of them briefly, and then down at his hands. Of course she was sure. Everybody dies. No matter how strong you thought they were, or if they deserved it or not. He didn't ask how it happened. He didn't want that hanging over him when he went home.

"What else?"