“Tell me.” I just needed to know everything because I was sick of ‘processing’ goddamn everything. He cursed again, another hand raking over his head. “There was an incident one night. That’s all.” “What incident? And why are you evading this question? You don’t evade anything.” A half-gargled laugh came from him, one that I had never heard. That really sent my eyebrows up. His eyes closed. His head hung down, and his shoulders lowered. “My mom drove drunk one night.” “What?” “Yeah,” he bit out. “Not a great defining moment for our family, but I’m starting to learn that that pales compared to
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