He looked over at her, eyes widening in the briefest bout of hope. That what she meant was I know better, it’s not how it sounds, everything’s alright – but no. She was distraught.
He scoffed a hollow laugh at her plans. God. He had forgiven his father years ago for keeping secrets, for being a werewolf – Theo had kept it for him too, at first, even from Veronica, even from Cecily – but he must have forgotten that his father was a liar.
And once a liar... here he had gone again, crafting some story about scouting in India that they’d all just swallowed – here he had been, pulling the strings and arranging things behind his back, behind all their backs.
Veronica was sobbing, and he wanted to sob too, or to yell, or to hit something. Instead, through a set jaw and some wild determination to somehow drag him back to their front door before he ran away, Theo said abruptly – “What did he write to you?”
He could tell her what was in the one for him, too. Maybe they could glean something from the differences in the details, if there were any.
He scoffed a hollow laugh at her plans. God. He had forgiven his father years ago for keeping secrets, for being a werewolf – Theo had kept it for him too, at first, even from Veronica, even from Cecily – but he must have forgotten that his father was a liar.
And once a liar... here he had gone again, crafting some story about scouting in India that they’d all just swallowed – here he had been, pulling the strings and arranging things behind his back, behind all their backs.
Veronica was sobbing, and he wanted to sob too, or to yell, or to hit something. Instead, through a set jaw and some wild determination to somehow drag him back to their front door before he ran away, Theo said abruptly – “What did he write to you?”
He could tell her what was in the one for him, too. Maybe they could glean something from the differences in the details, if there were any.
