Chapter 28
MAGGIE
Ever since I got myself shot, my brother had been acting weird. Weirder than usual. Secretive. He went out at night, had hushed conversations on the phone, and changed the subject every time I brought it up.
A few days after the Jay incident—which I wasn’t thinking about, no matter how confident his kiss had been—Fraze had gone out and still wasn’t home when I got back from the gym. I waited up but finally called it a night at one in the morning. Tossing and turning, I woke at the click of the door. Footsteps crept down the hall and into the bathroom. I got out of bed.
“Fraze?” I said into the bathroom door.
“Yeah,” he said from the other side. “You okay?”
“I’m fine. I was about to ask you the same thing.”
“It’s all good. Late night, is all. Go to bed, Mags.”
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