Chapter 9 OLD WOUNDS ii

“The way you asked that question,” my mother said, flashing me a hesitant look. “I think—”

“No,” I snapped, cutting her off, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Since you always find an excuse for them, tell me the incident that makes you sure that asshole is such a misunderstood boy.” 

She cringed. ...

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