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288 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 3, 2016
"How do you think I should have been treated? Like some kind of long-term houseguest?"
"Like their adopted son." She picked up her napkin and held it to the corner of her eye. It was a ploy for sympathy that she had used in the past, but there were no tears there. Not even the threat of tears. "Not like their actual son."
Once, I'd even seen [Grace] do so when I'd been visiting Josh myself, so there was no way she'd been in the radio station.
The sight of her grappling with rejection made me feel sorry for her. She was pretty, and probably a very bright person to be at Wills in the first place, but all her worth seemed tangled up in the physical affection she could offer. It made me wonder what her relationship with the men in her life were like.
"Don't tell me—you took a psych class last semester, didn't you?" I rolled my eyes. "You're not going to start analyzing me now, are you?"
I snorted. "Sounds more like social psychology than communication."
Julian locked eyes with me. "You don't consider the two linked, Mr. Dane?"
"I don't consider them at all, actually. As I'm sure you know, I prefer the actual sciences."
“How do you think I should have been treated? Like some kind of long-term houseguest?”
“Like their adopted son.” She picked up her napkin and held it to the corner of her eye. It was a ploy for sympathy that she had used in the past, but there were no tears there. Not even the threat of tears. “Not like their actual son.”

The heat of anger burned through my veins. She couldn't just listen to reason, to me. She’d rather shut me out than admit that she was wrong. Before I realized what I was doing, I had picked her up by the throat and screamed into her frightened face. I'm not a violent person. I never have been. I'd much rather talk my way out of a disagreement than fight my way out. But on that day, with Grace’s smug little face in front of me humming that irritating song, all I wanted to do was shut her up and make her listen by whatever means I could.
I missed my mom, and it pained me that even a small part of her would live on forever in Grace. I had nothing from our parents. Nothing tangible, nothing physical. I was just an abandoned boy, adopted by strangers and then abandoned again. Even with a sister, I was totally alone.
In that moment, all I wanted was my mother.
Not that she’d been the most warm or loving parent. My mom had always been enveloped in her work, and a huge supporter of independence in her children. But what I’d always wanted her to be was what I closed my eyes and wished for as I lay there on the ground. Her hand brushing the dirt and leaves from my hair. Her kiss on my brow. Her kind words telling me that everything would be all right.
What I wanted was a mother whom I had never known. A mother I would never have.
Grace laid her head on my shoulder and cried. I brushed her hair from her brow and placed a gentle kiss there, the kind I’d always hoped our mother would give me in a moment when I’d needed comforting.


