God. He just... he attacked me. For no reason." He looked at her, his eyes wide with feigned innocence. "I

manufactured concern. "I didn' t even know about his parents, what happened. He started screaming about them.

?" Her voice was soft, full of concern for him. Then she turned to me, her eyes blazing. "Ethan! How could you? Mar

l, like them." I looked at her, pleading with my eyes for her to remember, to

havior, Ethan! Marcus would never say such a thing. You' re twisting things, trying to make him look bad because

Her voice was a command, l

er, siding with the man who had deliberately wounded me. The silence stretched, thi

you will stay there until you' re ready to apologize t

room, the faint glow of the star on my ceiling seemed to mock me. She used to shiel

se. Given the aggressive nature of your leukemia, the optimal window for cryopreservation

twentieth birthday. A bitter smile touched my lips. Perfect. A f

pt her happiness. I would just quietly disappear