MALACHI
My brother’s jaw clenches. My gaze drops to the phone in his right hand. I watch his fingers wrap tightly around it.
A little more pressure, and he might shatter the device into pieces.
“Take it back, Sarah.” His shoulders quake as he speaks. With eyes glued on the phone screen, he doesn’t seem to see or care about anything else.
“No.”
My chest hurts…terribly. I slide my hands into the side pockets of my pants.
“You don’t mean that, Sarah. Take it back, please.”
She laughs.
“I don’t mean it? You’re really looking at me right now, and you think I don’t mean how much I hate you?” Another scoff follows. “I was wrong about you, Ronan. You sure as hell do not know me at all.”
“Sarah…”
“It’s bad enough that you have a past so…twisted. But I cannot blame you for that. You
