Page 134 of Delinquents Turned Fugitives
“You know I don’t,” I said, reaching up to fix his mess and yanking at my tangles.
“Where are Mom and Dad?” Matthew asked casually, eyes scanning the room. “Wait! Does this mean Dad’s cure worked?”
The sudden silence in the room blasted my eardrums just as loudly as a concert speaker.
“We’ll give you a minute,” Evan said, before opening the door and holding it as everyone else cleared the room. Callum was the last to leave and my eyes held his for a long moment … and I realized that I’d nearly killed the only possible person who could cure my brother.
I’d come so close to defeating my own purpose, and the fear of that made me grip Matthew’s shoulders harder, hug him longer.
One tiny choice. I’d made one tiny choice, and that had changed everything.
By the time everyone had cleared out of the room and Matthew pried my grip from him so he could stare at me, the look on his face told me he had figured out what had happened to Mom and Dad.
I didn’t have to say it.
Tears welled up in my eyes the same as they did in his. And then I smashed back into my brother—the only family member I had left.
