One day, Willow Reed will grow a fucking spine—but that day isn’t today. “I’m bored,” I say, straightening. I’m sure as fuck not going to stand out here and commiserate with my brother’s girlfriend. Not when I’ve wanted her from day fucking one. Not when seeing him treat her like garbage—and her let him—makes me angry enough to stab another line in the railing. Someday, she’ll admit her feelings out loud, and my brother will stomp all over her heart. And all that’ll be left for me is broken little pieces.
