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His eyes widened “What?”

“What happened to you? Forget the drugs What happened to make you hate Theo? No You don’t hate hih you do care”

“Didn’t I ask—”

“Arty, I won’t say anything I just want to understand—”

“You can’t understand!” he yelled “Nounderstand No one can! Every last one of you gets onTheo Helping Theo Well, I did ot ot his”

“What do you ot his?”

He frowned, and a tear ran down the side of his face I wondered if this was how Theo saw ht before I took those pills Did I look this broken?

“Please—”

“Theo’s birth mother is dead The only parent he has left is his father, whom he never sees So how did you have his parents?”

Arty just glared “He should be thankful he never spent time with his father God knohat he would have done to him too… or even Walt I could handle it Those two…he would have broken them…he would have never stopped”

“Arty” My mouth dropped open, and I wasn’t sure what to say I connected the dots and wished I hadn’t

“You said you wanted to help Theo? Well, go back to your room, pretend you never spoke to et—”

“Arty, you need—”

“Felicity, if you tell him, if you tell any of the will coet I’et”

I couldn’t speak, but I felt myself cry for him