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It’s called doing what you’ve gotta do, no matter how much it sucks.
Jack had never in his life seen the teenager pictured on the front page of the paper, but he knew exactly who he was looking at: his father.
“You look just like him.”
“Steven. Steven Ritter. That was my father’s name. I was hoping she was wrong. That it was just some delusion . . .” He tried to read, but his vision blurred. He could just barely read the headline: “Teen
“ACTA NON VERBA.”
A powerful motto.
“Acta non verba,” she repeated as she continued to type. “It’s Latin. It means deeds, not words.”
“Never be embarrassed if you do your best.” My bike is the best I can offer you. Besides, Bryan was so stupid not to treat you like gold. Why would I care what he thinks?’”
fear was an action, not an emotion. And for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. After a few steps, he broke into a run. Some people react to fear by running away. Not Jack. He always chose to run straight at it—and make fear, fear him.
Make fear fear him.
“It was off the record.”
Nothing is off the record. That statement about being off the record is only as good as the person saying it.
“Tu sei il bello mio,” she whispered to the night. “You’re my beautiful one.”
