Jane frowns, then asks Charlie, “So how do I do this?” Beckett is turned towards me. Only me. And when he hears that, his face begins to crack, a fissure running through his features. Charlie instructs, “Press your finger to one nostril—” “Stop,” Beckett says in a whisper that I can only hear. Charlie keeps talking, and I nod Beckett towards his siblings. “No.” He battles emotion. “You have to stop her. If my parents hear that you let her do this, they’ll never accept you.
