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477 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 27, 2020




(1.) Fletcher threatens to kill Tristan with his bare hands
(2.) Tristan takes a step back, steps on a skateboard and tumbles down the stairs
(3.) Fletcher runs towards Tristan and starts whipping him with Tristan's own underwear
(4.) When Fletcher asks Tristan if that's his underwear and Tristan doesn't answer, Fletcher gets so angry that he tries to suffocate Tris by sticking the underpants in his mouth
(5.) Then Tristan and Claire get inside the house for his swollen ankle, Harry (the second oldest) comes and makes crazy eyes at Tris, begins to choke himself and falls to the floor and pretends to be dead.
(6.) As if that’s not enough, Harry goes and gets a teddy bear and some kind of rope to tie it around the teddy bear’s neck and hangs it.

There’s a reason the name Tristan fucking Miles came to me. It was a premonition. The fucking wasn’t silent; it was a verb.
ᴇᴅɪᴛ ▸//▸ hence my subsequent dismay and confusion upon discovering that her other books are not at all as coherent as THE TAKEOVER. . . tbh, i'm still not over the emotional rollercoaster Mr. Masters took me on.
❝He’s still with you. He will always be with you. Trust him to watch over you. You need to let him go, Claire.❞
❝You and the boys… are saving me. Not the other way around.❞
Where’s that other brother of yours?”
“Who?” He frowns.
“The Harry Potter one.”
Oh . . . and, Fletch?” I call after him.
“Yeah.”
“Spank the pony in the shower.”
He sticks his head back around the corner. “What?”
I nod. “Do that . . . you know, the thing.”
Fletcher frowns. “What for?”
“Do you want the whole restaurant to know how happy you are?” I widen my eyes and look at his crotch. “You want to appear as least . . . excitable . . . as possible.”
Patrick frowns. “Wait, what? There’s a pony in the shower?”
"Why did you come here?” I ask as I look between them.
“Because we love you,” Harry says. “And we’re staying with you until you come home . . . and you can’t make us leave. You’re our dad, and dads belong with their kids.”
I pull them close and hold them tight. “I love you too,” I whisper into their hair.