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Promises made, promises broken—the Lynch family motto.
Never mind,” a familiar voice said. “I’ve found him.” “Shite,” Johnny mumbled. Releasing my face, he leaned back in his chair and offered a half-hearted salute with his hand. “Hi, Da.” “Glad to see that your listening ears are as absent as always, son,” Mr. Kavanagh replied in a mild tone.
Everything inside of me was swept up in him, and I couldn’t see beyond it. I couldn’t think beyond the surge of feelings I had for him. Even my brain, the part of me that was supposed to heed caution, was encouraging me to be reckless with my heart, to throw it all in with this boy and trust him not to break me. And I was all in.

