“I’ll never be you,” I snapped, backing up further. “I’d rather slit my fucking wrists than become you!” “You’re already me,” he roared heatedly. “You’ve always been me, boy. Look at ya,” he pushed, closing the space between us and clamping a beefy hand on my shoulder. “You can’t leave her alone any more than I can leave your mother. Isn’t that proof enough for ya?” My blood ran cold. His words rocked me to my core. Because he was voicing my deepest fears aloud. Worse, he was voicing the truth. Because it was true. I couldn’t leave Molloy alone. The resemblance was uncanny, and it caused my
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