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“Yeah?” he called.
She cracked the door and leaned in. “Sure you’re not hungry?”
He was, but he couldn’t sit in the kitchen, look his parents in the eye, and pretend everything was fine. Even now, he couldn’t face his mother. Not knowing what he’d done.
He shook his head and kept his eyes on the ceiling.
“Well”—she eased into the room—“I made you a little something, just in case.” A plate slid onto his bedside table.
He glanced over and immediately felt like an ass. She’d made him a turkey sandwich. A good one, too, with extra slices of lunch meat and cheese piled high with tomato and lettuce. He could smell the deli mustard. Three oatmeal-raisin cookies sat on the plate as well.
She had to have made them just for him. No one else in the house liked oatmeal-raisin.
His throat felt tight. God, he’d been so stupid.
Maybe he should run now, before he brought them all down with him. He should have run last night.
It took him a second to find his voice. He still couldn’t look her in the eye. “Thanks.”
“Can I sit down?”
He nodded and shifted until he was sitting up against the wall. She sat beside his knees, and the side of the bed barely dented with her weight. He remembered being young, before his brothers had come along, how she’d sit with him in the dark at bedtime and ask about his day. That time grew shorter when she had twins to take care of—and shorter still when Chris arrived—but she hadn’t stopped until he’d outgrown it. It always made him feel special.
Now he knew just how much being special sucked.
He couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been in here.
He picked up the sandwich and took a bite, just to avoid the need to say anything.
It didn’t stop her from talking, though. “Do you want to tell me what happened today?”
He almost choked on the bread. “Nothing.”
“You don’t hole up in your room for nothing.”
“I’m just tired.”
She was quiet for a moment. “I know you think you’re alone, Michael, but you’re not. Your father and I love you. Your brothers love you—”
He snorted. “Don’t be so sure about that. I caught the twins trying to write on my face with a Sharpie at three a.m. the other day.”
She smiled, but her eyes were still serious. “I’m just trying to tell you we’re here for you. No matter what.”
“I know, Mom.”
She touched his face. “You sure?”
He nodded. He was sure—and that was the problem. They shouldn’t have to be here for him. The thought of his family getting caught in the cross fire for something he’d done, for something he was ... Michael almost couldn’t take it.
And that was the only reason he was here instead of running. When Emily reported him, when the Guides came for him, he was ready to surrender.
As long as they left his family alone.
CHAPTER 5
By Monday afternoon, Emily had completely reorganized the designer golf balls in the display case, making a rather impressive tower of alternating colors, if she did say so herself. She was blasting the Wicked sound track today, louder than usual so she could belt along with Idina Menzel.
This kind of heat always made business slow, but today was ridiculous. Maybe people were finally done with the weather, and everyone had gone to the beach.
