Willow nudges me. “You got something to say to that, Miles?” I look at my brother, then at her. I believe her. That she’d never fawn over someone who didn’t deserve it. So I don’t fight it, and I don’t rebuke my brother. I don’t stake a claim on Willow, even though she makes my heart hammer and draws my focus like no other. My mistake. One I’ll be paying for, for quite a while.
