"Tamara..." The name felt familiar and yet distasteful as it rolled across his tongue. He'd trusted her, he'd thought he loved her but like many things in his life it had been a lie. "It's my fault." Neal replied in a soft voice before taking a large gulp of his beer. He put not only Emma in danger but his son, without ever realizing it.

Neal exhaled a slow breath. "All the stories add up." That was one comforting thing, even if it didn't mean much in the grand scheme of things.