“I’m fucked up,” I admitted, shrugging helplessly. “And I mean I’m really fucked up in the head.” “No, you’re not.” “Yeah, I am.” “That’s okay, love.” “No, it’s not,” I protested with a shake of my head. “You don’t want me in your family. Trust me. But Shannon and the boys?” I shrugged again, filled with desperation. The prospect of getting my siblings out of the shitstorm of a life we’d been born into was dangling in front of me like a gold nugget. God knows I didn’t know these people, and I wasn’t even sure if I trusted them, but right then, in the state we were in, they could offer the kids
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