It reminds Caleb so much of the AM, what he knows of it, at least, that his stomach twists sickly. He's removed enough from it, now, that it doesn't immediately send him into a panic. But he still feels a cold sweat on the back of his neck, and he breathes out a slow, shaky breath.

"Because they wanted her in that position," he reasons. "To hear the offer she couldn't refuse. That's fucking dark, Dude."