Taking the glass, she nodded, then just looked at it before setting her empty one on the table beside her.

"I know you don't like Henry Wilcox, but I can't imagine what he's going to do when he finds out," she said quietly. "They probably won't even let him go to Jai's funeral. That's so wrong."

She ducked her head and took a small sip of Clay's glass feeling guilty for making him feel like he had to hand it to her, so she tried to hand it back. "I'm sorry."