“Also . . . ,” he starts slowly, lowering his gaze. “Dad wants to have a family meeting this morning—just the kids. He said that last night when you were asleep. He wants privacy . . . I told him that you and I are the same person, for all intents and purposes, but he’s falling apart. He wouldn’t listen. I’d fight him on this, but it’s not the time. We don’t have time.” When he lifts his eyes, they’re pink and innocent. So, I should leave—now. The suggestion is clear. I toss the covers aside, hurt but helpless that Clarke would actually kick me out. Why is he treating me like an intruder?
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