“Your…family,” I say, and he seems to freeze under me. “I've seen you all my life at my parents' house, but I don't know anything about your family.
Thomas doesn't say anything for a long time. I open my eyes and find his face again covered in that cold mask he loves to wear all the time. The eyebrows are furrowed and the voice comes out acidic:
- I do not have family. I blink in surprise and feel my mouth drop open. “My parents died when I was your age. It's just me. He laughs dryly. “And your motherfucking father was the only family I've had for a long time, so it feels like there's none now.
He clenches his jaw and I feel my eyes water.
“I'm so sorry,” I whisper, settling into his lap to try to hug him.
Thomas laughs, but I ignore it and manage to turn to face him. It suddenly make
