Eleanor
The moment Nathan finished talking, I just stood there, staring at my little brother, my mind struggling to keep up with everything I had just heard. Fake IDs. Cops.
Some punk named Jace had been threatening and bullying him along with his group of friends and I didn’t know about it. Matt sitting in a holding cell, calling Nathan instead of me, instead of Mom.
Why did he call Nathan? I wanted to know? How did he even have his number? Had he given it to him that day he had came here with mom?
My heart was pounding, a mix of anger and fear tightening in my chest, and for a second, I tried… really tried to take a breath and process this the way I was supposed to, the way Nathan had clearly hoped I would.
But I couldn’t. Or at least, I couldn’t continue to do this in a clear hea
