“Where did you find that?” I glanced at the lighter, recognizing I’d brought it with me. “On the floor after you got into it with my brother.” “You kept it.” “Yes.” “Why?” I hesitated, a lie forming on my tongue before I swallowed it down. I felt bad enough about today that I couldn’t stand to be untruthful. “It was yours,” I breathed. It went so quiet I could hear the beats of my heart. Bu-bum. Bu-bum. “You’re forgiven,” he rasped.
