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Cristina

I was born one ht not quite a full year after inning Even sharing a rooone

The paper I’hts flicker and co for hi

“Christ,” isters

I drop back into the seat and drag aze from the contract up to him

“What is this?” I ask

Although my uncle has never been unkind to ot the feeling he handled loves He didn’t want to have er and not now I’ve had strict rules growing up, ivenI could ever want Only a few tih he did let the nanny raise me for the most part, so it’s not as if he had many opportunities

And it’s not that I feel unwelcome in his home, but I know it is his hohter Not that I ever wanted to be, but he’s different with Liam and Si about my situation is normal

But it’s not as though my dad and I were close He was closer to Scott, and I was always closer to my mom

I drop the contract onto my lap and wipe my tears with the heels of my hands

Dead roses scatter the floor, the box turned on its side with black paper spilling out It would be beautiful if it wasn’t so horrible

I see Lia in his eyes My uncle stops hio after Damian

What did Damian say before he left?

Co to me

I look ath I were so, not creepy, but just not right either

Tonight though, that look in his eyes, it makes me think that whatever this is, what Daht, it’s true

He pours hi Liam’s questions When he turns back, I see how the lines on his forehead and around the outsides of his eyes seelass, wincing with the burn

“You knew?” Lia furious “You knew he’d co?”

What?

He steps up to his father, hands fisted at his sides He’s almost as tall as h, he’s not there yet and so makes me want to protect him To tell him to back off