CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
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We were shown to Corrigan's room, but he was still sleeping. When Katrice and Corrigan's father saw us, they stood. She whispered in my ear, embracing me at the same time, “He loves the both of you.” Then she squeezed my hand, kissed my forehead, and left us alone.
It was awkward.
Our roles were always defined before, but now everything was different. Bryce felt it and perched on the windowsill. I knew he was uncomfortable, but so was I. I sat in the chair Katrice had abandoned. I didn't know what to say. He didn't either. And neither of us wanted to say something that Corrigan could overhear, although it didn't matter. Corrigan always knew anyway.
It didn't seem long, but it could've been hours when I heard a slight cough beside me. Corrigan turned his h
