The Swap
He glanced at me, froze, and swallowed the rest of his words.
Still clutching his bleeding head, he shuffled out, defeated.
***
That night, as I was getting ready for bed, Damian sat down beside me, clearly annoyed.
"Hugo's about to graduate middle school, and he still needs me to bathe him. He can't do anything on his own! He's useless at school, and he's as fat as a pig. Tell me—who do you think he takes after? You or me?"
I snorted. "What, are you questioning if Hugo's even yours? You think I cheated on you?"