Chapter Sixteen
Garret
My sister texted me a happy birthday twenty-four hours too late. I told myself it didn’t matter, that I didn’t care, but the lie hissed through my brain—especially when another text dinged. She needed money.
“Of course you do,” I grumbled while staring at the words on my cell, tempted to tell her to go to hell. Tell her to get herself clean once and for all and that I was done constantly giving when she never gave anything in return.
At least she remembered your birthday.
I tossed my phone aside without answering her request, arm slung over my eyes while I took a breather from bench pressing more weight than I should while alone. Sweat soaked my upper body, but I still didn’t feel as though I’d had a good enough workout.
My brain still functioned on high, remin
