Declan’s tone turned cool and businesslike. “He was going to move here for you.” The two of them faced each other, a clear divide between them. On one side was the land of adulthood, where Declan lived, his expression weighted with disappointment and judgment. On the other was the nebulous country that contained everything before adulthood, and that was where Adam remained, his eyebrows drawn together uncertainly, once again glancing toward Ronan and away. “Look,” said Adam, “Ronan chose his side. It wasn’t me.”
