Jamie sighed, staring unseeingly at the other end of the cage where Ian was quietly sleeping, curled into a ball like a little puppy. He hadn’t stirred at all since he fell asleep a few hours ago, but occasionally a quiet whimper would escape his lips.
Lowering his forehead to his knees, Jamie tried recalling the conversation with Camila from earlier for the millionth time, repeating every word and every expression while trying to put the pieces together.
All those years that she spent taking care of him, had she held that resentment the whole time? How come he hadn’t noticed it before — was it because he didn’t want to see, or was she that good at pretending? His chest felt so empty and cold as he thought about it, wondering how was it possible for his sister, the person he loved and c
