I scooted forward, taking his hand. “Hey.” He shot to his feet, starting to pace. “Don’t!” “Don’t what?” I sat back, not prepared for this. He barked out again, “Don’t make this okay? In the grand scheme of things, I still have my parents. You don’t. You can’t be okay with it.” I opened my mouth to speak. He pointed at me, his eyes flashing. “And don’t say some shit about how it’s nothing worse than what my dad did or what I did to you. I get it, okay? I come from a line of assholes. My grandpops was, too. He was rich and he controlled the fucking town, and he was abusive to my grandma.
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