“Julian is right.” The words slide across my tongue like daggers, and the bastard has the audacity to stand taller at the admission. “I’m pretty shaken up with everything that happened, and after spending the whole day driving, all I want to do is get some rest.” “Oh.” Josefina’s smile dies, earning me another scowl from her son. “What if Julian takes you home on his way to the show and Josefina and I can drive your car to the auditorium?” Mom suggests. My right eye twitches. If this woman hadn’t spent my whole life raising me, I would never speak to her again. She knows Julian is my sworn
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