Three words.
Three. Stupid. Words.
And yet… they’re enough to erase every truth ever spoken.
Is that the other thing they wanted to talk about? The boy I called my brother my whole life actually being my father?A million questions collide in my brain. Is this why Jesse was so overprotective of me all the time?How is this possible? Wasn’t Jesse twelve when we got adopted? Can you even get a girl pregnant at twelve?
I can’t breathe, the air in my lungs becoming scarce as I shoot Dave a pleading look.
Tell me it isn’t true.
Tell me you didn’t lie about that, too.
Tell me Jesse wasn’t my real father all along.
And it kills me…
Because he says nothing.