my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, frowning at a couple of new texts from my little brother. Blake Just met with the attorney. He’s saying I should plead guilty? I don’t know what’s happening. I didn’t do anything, Nate. I swear. Why should I plead guilty if I didn’t even go inside the house? I sink back in my chair, hating that I’m so far away from my family. I don’t fully understand the trouble my sixteen-year-old brother has gotten himself into, but I know he’s a solid kid. He’s playing hockey at a prep school in Boston, on scholarship—we are definitely not a prep school kind of
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