I’m rigid and cold. “You know what I think?” I take a tight breath, my gaze hardening. “I think the Hales are a line of dominos, and when my mom or dad falls, my siblings topple with them.” Ryke doesn’t refute. I nod a few times. “And I already pushed them down. I’m never doing it again.” “That’s your fucking choice, but I’m telling you that I’ll keep your dad and your mom standing.
