“Now,” I said when we were alone, eyes locked on Joey. “Who the fuck is putting their hands on your sister?” Joey’s brows shot up. “Yeah, you heard me,” I growled. “I found her on her hands and knees at school on Friday, throwing her guts up.” I ran a hand through my hair, furious and beyond agitated. “Something’s happening to her and I want to know what it is.” “Why?” “Because I want to fix it.” “Why?” “Because no one should be putting their goddamn anything on her,” I barked. “What did she tell you?” he asked calmly. “That she fell over Legos,” I bit out. Fell over Legos, my ass. Fell into a
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