Winona turned on Malcolm. "Excuse me?" she echoed. "Unlike some people here, I actually talk to and like my parents and Mom's got a vested interest in the lives of her daughter and granddaughter. Raylan's choices affect other people's lives," she said, almost accusingly as she swung back on Raylan.

"How long has this been going on?"

Raylan glanced at Malcolm. "Nearly 8 or so months."

Winona scoffed and walked around to drop herself on the sofa, setting the beer bottle down to put her face in her hands and her elbows on her knees. "Goddamnit, Raylan."