Fuck them and their boring lives.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
JAKE
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“Dr.Thornton—Brad—isresponsible for all of this?”Caylee gasps, staring between me and Cole.“I can’t believe it.How...why...”
There’s a cease-fire between us right now, and I hope it lasts more than ten minutes.Moreso, I hope Caylee doesn’t kick me out.We let her absorb what we just told her, knowing it's adding to her shock.
“I saw a few strange things recently but never...child trafficking.Brad.My god.”
“Welcome to the kidnap club, I guess,” Scarlett quips, rocking Zara on her hip.
Caylee’s mouth is still wide open when she turns her head, then it snaps shut.
“Too soon?”Scarlett asks.“We can get T-shirts.Create a club.Get a logo.”
Cole moans, shifting his cap on his head uncomfortably.“Scar.”
Caylee glances at me, blinks a few times then surprises us all by bursting into laughter.Like bending over, hysterically laughing.
Cole and I share a look, both unsure what to do.
We’ve been trained to recognize shock, but when it’s someone you love, it’s different.
Not that I love...
Anyway...my point is.This is Caylee, and we are stunned into non-action.
“See, she’ll be fine.”Scarlett takes a few steps, rubs her arm while balancing Zara, who is giggling along with her aunt.“Don’t let those cunts win, babe.You’ll bounce back.”
Jesus, she’s good.
Love pours from Cole’s face as he watches his sister and mother of his beautiful little girl.I’m reminded they’re all family and that I don’t really fit in here.But I want to.
