“None of your fucking business.”
After I get out, he speeds off. Once again, he’s nice to me and then back to being mean.
When I get inside, I go to the kitchen to get something to eat and find Brock there, talking on the phone.
“Yes, Monday should work.” He nods. “If he’s back in town, get me a time to meet with him. I don’t care what strings you need to pull. Just get it done.” He ends the call, a big smile filling his perfect face.
I’m just now realizing the lines that form in his cheeks when he smiles exactly match mine. I never noticed that before. I also didn’t notice how similar our eyes look — they’re the exact same color.
Growing up, I never thought I looked like Devon, but I didn’t think anything of it. I assumed I looked like my mom, but I really don’t. Her hair was much lighter than mine, and she had paler skin.
“I have some good news,” Brock says, coming up to me. He laughs. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Turning away, I open the fridge and take out the soda Ana bought for me. “So what’s the big news?”
“My audition is set up for next week.”
“For that movie you told me about?”
“It’s not just a movie.” His voice rises and his smile gets bigger. “It’s a summer blockbuster! It’s going to be huge!”
“That’s great!” I say, going around him to the walk-in pantry.
He follows me in there. “I don’t think you’re getting the significance of this. I’m auditioning for one of the lead roles. If I got this, it’d change my career! Brock Halliway would be a household name!”
“People already know your name.” I grab a box of cereal and bring it back to the counter. “Do we have any milk? Real milk, not that vegan stuff.”
“Peoplemyage know my name. This movie would introduce me to a whole new generation of fans.”
I open the fridge. There’s no milk, so I just eat the cereal from the box.
Brock watches me with an annoyed look on his face. “You really should be more interested in this. Your uncle could be a huge star.”
My uncle.For a moment, I consider telling him I know he’s my dad, but then I decide to wait. I was thinking of not telling him at all, or at least waiting until I’m eighteen. Right now, he’s just my guardian, not my actual parent. If I told him I knew he was my dad, he might try to be even more controlling than he is now. But I can at least try to get information from him.
“Have you heard anything from my dad?” I ask.
“No, and I doubt that I will unless he needs money.” Brock goes around me to the fridge and takes out a bottle of water.
I take a seat at the counter, still munching on my cereal. “When did you meet my mom?”
“Me? Or your father?” Brocks opens his water and takes a sip.
“You. I was just wondering.” I pop some cereal in my mouth.
“I met her when I went to see Devon in that play in New York. I already told you this. I assume your mother did as well.”
“She didn’t talk about you. She didn’t say much about Devon either.”
Brock chuckles. “You’re calling him by his name now? I scold the boys when they do that to me. I’m their father, not Brock.”
I cock my head. “Did you ever want more kids?”
“Why so many questions today?”
“I’m just wondering. We never have a chance to talk. So did you? Want more kids?”
“I didn’t want children at all, but Miranda insisted on it. She loved children.”
