I move my attention to Pax. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I say. “I know this sounds like an excuse, but I just didn’t want to interfere when you already had so much going on. I swear, I was going to tell you, after the bowl games, I was going to tell you everything.” Pax links his arm around my shoulder, his touch cold for several seconds before turning warm. “You should have told me about the cranes, and about Dad, and about Lincoln.” I nod. “I know.” “But, I get it. And while it’s strange as fuck, I get it. I see it now. It’s going to take some time for me to get used to this, but,” His
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