“I have some advice.” I drop my head to my keyboard and bang it there twice. “No, thank you.” “You need to cut your father off.” I groan louder. “I know that.” It’s silent on the other end of the computer. I lean up and rest my chin on the trackpad. The only part of me visible on the computer screen is the top of my hair and thank god for it. Selene doesn’t need to see a car crash in real time. Selene blinks at me. “I expected more of a fight, to be honest.” “I know he’s causing problems, but I—” I have trouble with confrontation. I’m confident until I’m not, and I’d much rather do a bunch of
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