“You could have come to me.” Lizzie’s gaze immediately flicked to my brother, and she choked out a pained breath. “Yeah, because that would have gone down really well.” “You could have come to me,” Hugh repeated, eyes locked on hers in what felt like a blazing stare-down. “You can always come to me.” He swallowed deeply, Adam’s apple bopping before whispering, “No matter what.” “No matter what,” Lizzie repeated, whispering the words to herself, as she retrained her attention on her mug.
