The living room fell silent again. Mom, Dad, and Noah looked at me with guilt etched across their faces.Noah reached out, wanting to pull me into a hug. "Layla, I was wrong," he said, his voice hoarse with remorse."Don't touch me with those precious hands of yours," I snapped, dodging his hand. "It makes me sick."Noah's hand froze in midair. "Layla…" he croaked, his eyes turning red. "I didn't know you'd suffered so much out there. I didn't know you'd never been to school or even learned how to read."His gaze fell on the red ink staining my hands and the scars covering them. "Please, just give me one more chance. Can you forgive me?"I took a deep breath. "Forgive you?"When you kicked me across the room just now, did that ever occur to you?"When you pinned my hand down and forced me to write that apology letter, nearly crushing my bones, did you think about giving me another chance?"Now that the truth is out, you're suddenly acting like the perfect big brother.
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