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Chapter One
Day
“Jude! Stop!” Sunny Day held up the long skirt of her evening gown as she chased her seventeen-year-old son out the front doors of the de Young Museum
Jude couldn’t breathe, yet his legs propelled hi hisapart
“Stop! You don’t understand”
She was right He didn’t understand How could he? No explanation on Earth could justify what she did
“Please …” Her plea broke with a heart-wrenching sob
As if he hit an invisible wall, he stopped—chest heaving, heart hardening into a four-chambered prison of bitterness
Sunny rested her hand on his shoulder He jerked it away, keeping his back to her
“I love him I’ve loved him my whole life”
Jude laughed “Don’t sugarcoat it”
“You’re old enough to hear the truth I’ to lie to you”
Jude didn’t want the truth He wanted to un-see hisathat she “loves him”
“Fuck you”
“Jude!”
He turned “If I’h to tell you what I think of it”
Why was she crying? The tears she wiped fro