I hugged him without any kind of fear or self-consciousness, fiercely, with a rush of emotion that almost brought tears to my eyes.I could kiss you! Chubs cried.Please don’t! I gasp out, feeling his arms tighten around my ribs to the point of cracking them.
Familial betrayal is, to me, the most heartbreaking kind – because if you can’t trust your family to love you and protect you, who can you really trust?
I don’t care,” I said, leaning my head back against the seat. “Can we just get lost and see where that lands us?
Don’t say passed away,’ I tell him, drawing from my own terrible well of experience. Say he died. Death is horrible. We shouldn’t give it a pretty name.
…crackers… a voice breathed out nehind us, yesss…Both of us turned, watching as Chubs twisted around in his seat and settled back down, still fast asleep. I pressed a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. Liam rolled his eyes, smiling. He dreams about food, he said. A lot.