“Stay sober or don’t. I don’t give a fuck what happens to you anymore, Jake.” I blink up at my brother and whisper, “What?” Did he really just say that? “When I get home with Riley after she recovers, you won’t be there,” he continues. “Don’t come around. Don’t call me. And don’t fucking reach out to her either. I find out you do, and you’ll know what it’s like to really take a punch from me.”
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