/THEO/Breakfast at the Beckett residence was something I could never get used to. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the dining room, glinting off the polished silver and the expensive porcelain. Nevan sat at the head of the table already fully dressed, prepared to go to work. He was currently cutting his steak into perfect, uniform cubes, a small, indulgent smile playing on his lips as he listened to my sister, Mayla, talk about her plans for the community garden.I looked down at my own plate, the eggs suddenly tasting bland.Every time Nevan laughed—that reassuring sound that used to make me feel safe—all I could see was the way he'd wrapped his arms around a woman in front of a hotel—a woman that wasn't my sister."Theo, you’re awfully quiet," Nevan said, his grey eyes settling on me. "Still recovering from that double shift at the cafe?""I’m fine," I said, keeping my voice as flat as possible. I didn't look at him. I couldn't."You know, I was talking t
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