“If you’re worried about other people around here, maybe go home for a few days. Lay low there and hang out with your mom and sister. Things will blow over.” A hysterical laugh bubbled up from my stomach. “From the frying pan into the fire. Who do you think drummed these things into my head for the past twenty-two years? Do you know what it was like for me growing up?” He stared at me like he couldn’t fathom anything other than a picture-perfect childhood shattered by the death of my father. “But your mom was nice enough.” “To you. She was so nice to you, but every word from her was trying to
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