Chapter 7
Zoey
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SAWYER TAKES A SLOW breath and lies on his back, staring at the ceiling again. I hate the silence. It’s worse than him cursing. It’s worse than him teasing me. He’s pulling away.
Sawyer clears his throat. “I don’t like talking about my family, Zoey. I made a major mistake in my life—no, two major mistakes—because my dad screwed me over.”
I know he’s not talking about the two-year prison sentence he served for stealing an ATM a few years ago. He got unlucky when his so-called friends dragged him into some s**t. But he didn’t mention his parents then, so this must be something else. I lie on my side watching him, waiting for him to tell me what it is. But from the long silence, it seems this is all I will get. Sawyer’s not the most forthcoming, I’ve noticed. But
