Chapter 73

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I stare out of the window into the backyard, the mess from last night mostly gone.

The pan sizzles and I snap out of my thoughts.

"Shit," I whisper to myself, grimacing as I salvage the eggs before they burn.

My mind has been a chaotic mess. Even my dreams seemed too real last night.

I dreamed of a car and a crash. Of Zaid in handcuffs and Aiden just watching.

I slide a piece of bread into the toaster, my mind racing with questions I don't know if I

want the answers to.

The soft creak of the stairs makes my heart jolt. I don't have to turn around to know it's

Aiden. His footsteps are slower than usual, hesitant, almost apologetic.

"Morning," he says, his voice quiet and heavy with sleep.

"Morning," I reply, my tone neutral, my focus fixed on the egg as it bubbles in the pan.

I feel him behind me before he touches me, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling

me into his chest. His warmth is familiar, and for a moment, I let myself lean into it,

closing my eyes.

"Do you hate me now?" he asks softly, his voice trembling just enough to make me flinch.

I shake my head, opening my eyes and focusing on the stovetop.

"I don't know," I admit.

He tenses behind me and retreats just a bit.

"I'm confused. Angry. But I want to hear your side."

He exhales a shaky breath, his arms loosening slightly. "Okay. Yeah, okay. Let's talk."

onto a plate, grabbing my toast from

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his eyes wary. His pupils follow me, his

of him and balance

so hungry. I just look down at the plate, angry

at the stairs, wondering if Zaid is awake. The thought of him sends a pang through my chest, but I push

eyes slide

I even want from this conversation? Closure? Clarity?

looks at me makes me feel

we met in the school office. How he'd grinned at me, made me laugh when I didn't think I'd

that sits in front of me seems to be someone completely different. The type of guy that would let his brother take the fall for something he did

shit.

be

a deep breath, forcing myself to meet his

his jaw tightening. "What exactly

and stop my hands from

the blame and he went

darting to the floor. "It wasn't supposed

it is true." My chest

He nods.

"How

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his fingers. "Alina, I

take the

He grimaces.

him go to juvie while you

protests, leaning forward, his hands

his eyes. Fear, hatred,

insisted. He told me he'd take the blame. He said I

chest tightening. "And you just let him? You

"Of course I did!"

tears from my eyes until they fall

was the right thing to do," he finally

he didn't care, that he didn't have a

table, my appetite

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