“Cousin to cousin,” Misty said, leaning back in her chair and clicking her pen, “that’s some f****d up s**t. I mean, I figured that your father would do some s**t like that, but your mom being in on it too?”
I ran a hand across my face, leaned against her couch, and blew some blond hair out of my face. “I haven’t f*****g seen them since they packed up and left after Dad shot me. And I swear that if they come back, I’ll kill him myself with my own two hands.”
Misty frowned and sighed. “You haven’t even gotten a call?”
“Nothing.”
“What are you going to do about your mom?” she asked.
My gaze dropped from her to my lap. What would I do about Mom if I ever saw her again? Truth was that I didn’t even know how I’d react when I saw her for the first time after she ran out with Dad.
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