“Sometimes,” Damon says, breaking the silence. “I let my mind wander enough, and it always comes back here.” He breathes hard, staring at the water as I stick a cube of cheese in my mouth. “Except Michael doesn’t catch him, and you never come up.” He turns and sits on the ledge, sliding his hands into his pockets and our eyes meet. I see our mother in him now. A lot. I didn’t before. The way his eyes go big and round, and it takes a moment to be sure whether or not they’re happily surprised or pissed off. The way he says what he wants and doesn’t like to lie. The way they both hate being
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