Patrick’s POVFlashback I was seventeen the last time I felt like I had a real family.Growing up, we didn’t have much. My mother worked two jobs just to keep food on the table, waitressing during the day and cleaning offices at night, coming home smelling like bleach, too tired most nights to do more than kiss my forehead and fall asleep in her chair. My younger sister, Mia, was only twelve, all elbows and knees and endless energy, always trailing behind me like a shadow, always laughing at things that weren’t even funny. She used to steal my hoodies and claim she didn’t know where they went, even with the sleeves hanging past her fingertips.We weren’t rich, not even close but we had each other and back then, that felt like more than enough.Caspian and I had been best friends since we were children, long before either of us understood what our futures were supposed to look like. Back then, none of the distance that exists between us now had even begun to form. He wasn’t the futur
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