A WEEK LATER
“Why are you talking to me?” I asked rather than reply to his greeting.
“Good morning to you too, Jake,” He answered in what was supposed to be an imitation of my voice.
“Seriously, why are you speaking to me?” I stabbed at my pancakes. He took a seat across for me with a tight smile.
“Because my mate is good and I’ve been advised to be more like her.” I snorted. I was so tired. I was tired all the time now. It didn’t matter that I was asleep most of the time. I was just so tired.
“She isn’t even speaking to me. There’s no need to try to be like her in that department,” I answered.
“She isn’t speaking to anyone.” That gave me pause. I had heard her speak the previous week while a m******e had been going on outside. I knew my father hadn’t done something to her vo
