Falling for a John
Her words carried the weight of regret, wishing she had been there for my mother earlier.
And now she thought I was lying, just like my mother.
Fuck. I ran my hands through my hair, frustration evident in my growl. "I'm not an addict. We're not lying!" But their past experiences had shaped them.
They had shaped us. And how many times had my parents reassured Serena, Grant, Colton, and Natalia that we were telling the truth? How many times had they been caught in a web of lies themselves?
Damn it all.
"We're not lying," Willow spoke with a clearer tone, her hostility diminishing. "I promise, we're telling the truth."
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