Chapter Eighteen
A good twenty minutes passed before Bradley came out onto the porch where I sat.
Taking a seat next to me on the swing, his hand stole over mine and closed his fingers around it, trying to make it impossible for me to get up and walk away.
I refused to look at him, continuing to gaze off into the distance.
After a few moments, he sighed. “I don’t know why you’re so angry.”
“Really?” That was enough to make me turn and glare at him. “Did you see their faces? Nobody should look at their living, breathing relative and appear as if they’ve seen a ghost. You should’ve visited them years ago.”
“It’s not that simple—“
“Yeah, Bradley, life is that simple. You’ve had twelve years to come here.” I yanked my hand out of his and stood up. “My heart didn’t break for you in there
