I had followed my father yesterday. The curiosity was eating me alive, and I needed to see for myself who this supposed stepbrother was. When his car pulled up to that run-down neighborhood, when he stepped out and walked to that shabby little house, my stomach twisted with disgust.
And when I saw him talking to Paxton's mother – that woman with her tired eyes and cheap clothes – something inside me snapped. This was my father's big secret? This was the family he'd abandoned us for, even if just for a moment all those years ago?
Now, standing here with Paxton's hands around my collar, blood dripping from my nose, I feel that same disgust mixed with rage.
"Fine," I had said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But you're not going to like what I have to tell you."
Paxton's grip loosens sl
