“My mother fucking ruined your life! None of this would have happened if it weren’t for—” And then Lo pulls him to his chest, for a hug. Ryke hesitates for a second, and I wonder if he’s going to release his aggression on Lo by punching him. Instead, he fists the back of Lo’s shirt, and they stay like that, with Ryke choking, with his body vibrating in agony and guilt, and Lo clutching tightly, not letting go. “It’s not your fault,” Lo says, holding onto his older brother.
My eyes!
