“He doesn’t fucking love me. He doesn’t care about me. I thought he was different. I thought he proved it when he took me in after I tagged his shop. But he’s just like our dad. Selfish. Greedy. Destructive. Only cares about his goddamned self.” Everything around me slowed. I felt every beat of my heart. The two-part cadence over and over as blood roared in my ears. “He’s just like our dad.” “Your dad?” I croaked. “Our fucking dad,” Evan snarled.
