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Now Hannah felt sick. The county couldn’t do this. They couldn’t.
“No,” she said. “Can you stop them?”
“They have a court order. The Merrick house is unlivable and Michael is in the hospital. I can’t stop them. It’s temporary, but—”
“No,” said Hunter. His voice was shaking now. “They can’t.”
“Wait,” said Layne, her voice breathy. “Wait—you’re saying—”
“I’m saying that Michael Merrick is losing custody of his brothers.”
CHAPTER 16
Michael forced himself to sit on the edge of the bed. His chest still felt like it was being held together by nothing more than a few stitches. Every movement hurt. Every breath. Every thought.
Or maybe that was just the sensation of his world collapsing.
He’d been so worried about a Guide tearing his family apart. Not a nondescript girl with a clipboard in one hand and a court order in the other.
It felt as if hours had passed since everyone had vacated his room, but he was sure it hadn’t been more than a few minutes. He couldn’t even remember the social worker’s name, but she’d agreed to wait in the hallway, to let him break the news to his brothers.
Some small, cowardly part of him didn’t want to do it. He wanted to beg the nurse to come back, to pump him full of painkillers and let him drift off to a land of unawareness.
He didn’t want to do this.
He didn’t want to do this.
He didn’t want to do this.
And then they were there, in the doorway, and he was going to have to do it.
A thousand words sat on the end of his tongue. He couldn’t speak. If he didn’t speak, it wouldn’t happen.
They looked so young. He could remember them at eleven and twelve, staring at him just like this, silently begging him to make everything all right.
He’d failed. He hadn’t made everything all right.
He couldn’t breathe.
“Jesus, Mike,” Nick said. He pushed past his brothers. “Are you in pain? Chris—get a nurse—”
“No,” said Michael. He choked on the word. “Just—wait.”
Wait. Stay here. If you stay here, I know you’re here and I haven’t failed.
They waited. He tried to breathe. The silence in the room pulsed with unspoken words.
They knew something bad was coming.
With each breath, the pain in his chest began to ease. Michael realized he didn’t need to clutch at the bedrail to keep himself upright. The plastic railing felt slick under his palm.
As soon as Michael realized what was happening, he wanted his brother to undo it. He wanted to rip out his stitches and break his ribs. He wanted the pain.
He met Nick’s eyes. “Stop, Nick.” His voice almost broke. “Stop.”
“I’m being careful. They won’t know.”
“Stop. Please. Just—stop.”
