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Nate
Quincey was quiet on the way back from the hospital.
Granted, we were tired, but I was wired and ready to fall the f**k apart. I kept glancing at her, but she was turned toward the window.
“Hey.”
“What?”
She still wouldn’t look over.
“Hey. Look at me.”
“What do you want?”
I didn’t want to wake Nova, but dammit, I needed Quincey to look at me.
“Quincey.” I went soft this time, gripping the steering wheel hard. “Please, look at me.”
Her head dipped a little. Her chin tightened, and she looked.
Silent tears were covering her entire face.
I cursed under my breath, but we were home. I pulled into the driveway.
Quincey hesitated, but she saw I was moving to pick Nova out of her seat. She walked without a word into the house and into her room. I took Nova through my room to
