Fourteen

I got out of the room, examining the scene in front of me.

Jason stood, red-faced, glaring at the vases that were placed on display with veins popping out of his temple and neck. He looked more incredibly livid than I've ever seen before.

That wasn't the point. How did he know the vases were fake? It looked alike with the broken ones and had no flaws in them to show otherwise. So how? Except he was really perceptive, which I didn't doubt he was, it was still odd for him to realize that those were duplicates. Except...did Jake tell him?

No, he wouldn't. Or would he? I mean, he didn't have to keep it a secret from his brother since I never explicitly said it, but I had thought that he would at least keep this one thing away from Jason since it seemed so important to him. Why did he betray and hurt me like this? Was it because I asked him a question about their mom? Was he trying to get back at me? I can't believe Jake would do this to me. I thought that after all our bonding time, he w