NOLAN
When people say their whole life has fallen apart, sometimes they're not being dramatic. Right now, I feel utterly stupid, helpless and lost. It felt as though I was a weakling, a loser, a betrayer.
"You're a curse," Dad had said hours ago, spitting straight into my face. "You're no son of mine… I could never be… you're not my child, Nolan. Please, if you have any decency whatsoever, you'll stop going by the name 'Hardman', and I'm being serious."
And it wasn't just Dad. Naire had sobbed and sobbed, and had been holed up in her room since last night. Right now, it was nearly noon. Last night, Nicholas had thrown a punch at me and missed – the point was, everyone was livid with me.
Mum was the one person I hadn't seen since that night. She had Emily's aunt and sister locked in ou
