CHAPTER 29
“Are you feeling better now?” Chris asks when I step out of the bathroom. I stare out the window, as if the threat Marco warned me about is behind the cabin as we speak. The lake is calm, but my emotions are anything but.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I shouldn’t have done anything without asking you first.”
I don’t know what to say. Can’t even imagine where I’m supposed to begin. My brother’s words are echoing in my ears. Words I’d never expect to believe. Except I do believe them.
“Is this about my dad?” Chris asks. “He really doesn’t care what I do. And if he does, I’m graduating in a week. He can’t dictate my life.”
“What about your sister?” The longer we can keep this conversation focused on his family, the longer I have to compose my emotions. Get a hold of my thoughts.
