“It’s Johnny’s,” I whispered, staring down at the expensive piece of equipment in my hands. “He gave it to me.” I looked at my brother. “It’s a message from his mother.” “Read it.” “What?” I gaped at him. “I can’t.” Joey rolled his eyes. “It’s obviously him.” “Really?” Joey gave me a knowing look. “Read the fucking message, Shannon.” Heart fluttering wildly, I clicked into the message. A crazy fucking amount. X
