“I love my sister, and having to stand here and endure you implying otherwise is, quite frankly, almost worse than the pain of her death. Especially when it’s your fault. She wouldn’t have been out on the street getting back into that shit if you hadn’t evicted her.” “I did—” “No. Shut up. That little boy? He’s mine. He’s all I have left of her. So you can take your bullshit contract and fuck all the way off. Now get out. I never want to see you again.” The tendon in Rhys’s jaw flexes, like I’ve pissed him off by relaying the truth. And when he stands, I don’t back down, even though the power
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