“I got in a fight with Cat the other night,” I say. “What happened?” “She found my mother. Living in Chicago, under her sister’s name.” Snow is silent a minute, digesting this. “Why did that occasion a fight?” he says, at last. “Cat tracked her down without even asking me. She shoved a picture in my face.” Snow cocks an eyebrow at me. “And that made you angry?” “She had no right.” He makes a dismissive sound. “She has every right.” I wring the next towel in my hands, glaring at Snow. It’s just like him to take her side for no fucking reason. “How do you figure that?” I demand. “It’s called
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