SERAFINA “I don’t?” “No,” he said, voice lower now. “Because if I give it to you, you can’t un-know it. And once you know what this shit is all about—none of this goes back to normal.” I almost laughed. “Normal?” His face was expressionless. Normal was the farthest thing from whatever was going on. He just walked past me, down the hallway like I hadn’t just found a piece of his past tucked inside my mother’s room. I followed him, shutting my moms door closed. From behind, every step of his screamed Cool Guy™ energy— shoulders squared, spine straight, like his back had never met a bad decision. So obviously, I mimicked him. One foot out, one forward. Hips… unnecessarily committed. Swish. Swosh. Swish. Swosh. I was a menace, a runway model with unresolved trust issues. If that was Nadine’s definition of a thunderstorm, I’m definitely flattered. I half-expected wind machines to show up and blow his shirt open in slow motion. Okay, okay—not technically expected. More l
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