“I’m not sure who’s watching. I’m going to pretend to mourn you for a minute.” Great, wonderful. Just another fucking afternoon for the Coltons. He released a couple of fake sobs. I went limp as he pulled me into his arms, bending over me so both our mouths were hidden. “You have so much fucking explaining to do,” I breathed. He rocked me back and forth. “Shut up, you’re breaking my rhythm.”
