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“That doesn’t make sense,” Finn barks. “If she knew the truth, how did Abram become involved in all this?”
Silas’s eyes brighten in his fascination. “I can’t be certain what your mother did at that time. Although she’d been pretty distraught after I told her I wasn’t leaving my wife for her. Why would I when I already had a son on the way?”
“You’re disgusting,” I fume, furious.
“And you’re lucky I found out you were a boy. Otherwise, things might have been very different,” Silas says, teeth glinting.
My chin levels out as I bite back my sneer, because of course, that’s all Silas Kellet would care about, right? Having an heir. Making sure he had someone to fill his shoes.
Of course, he needed a boy, because in his mind females were only good for a set of limited things. Producing his child close to the top of that list. Therightchild.
Finn shoots me a fleeting glare and I know he’s done. That’s not saying a lot though since he’s been done the moment he found out the truth that night at his house.
“See how effortlessly I shared the truth,” Silas croons, sounding almost elated. It’s disgusting. “I would appreciate the same courtesy. Tell me how you did it, or how Abram convinced you.”
A muscle in Finn’s eye jumps, while mine stays resolute between them.
“He didn’t do anything,” Finn gyrates, mocking. “Cole’s right. Being this high up every day must have thinned out the air in your brain enough to make you start to go senile.”
In spite of everything, Finn still chooses to defend Abram and it’s almost humbling. I doubt he even realizes he’s done it, his anger too focused on Silas right now.
“Someone knows what’s going on,” Silas beseeches, unfazed by the discredit. The only thing he’s ever cared about ripped away from him.
Those months he’d had me going through old documents and receipts, not for nothing. He’d been catching on then, only he was too late. Hardin taken right from under his nose before he could stop it.
“Seems like you’re not the only one who knows how to keep a secret then.”
Silas doesn’t miss the chance to give Finn his glare of disapproval at the boldness of his comment. The vibrancy in his hazel eyes match the same shade as Finn’s, before they narrow to slits.
An awkwardness hangs in the air but it’s not because of us anymore. It’s Silas and his undecidedness. He doesn’t know what to make of Finn’s comment, but that’s alright with me.
The longer and the more we can throw him off the more likely he’ll be able to screw up down the road.
I came here today hoping to get something, knowing it was a long shot. Finn ended up getting more answers than I did, but that’s alright. His being here was the added item I needed.
See, my father has always despised me, but now he has two of us working against him. Plus, throw in the Hardin thing and it won’t be long before he completely loses it. He’s already on the verge.
Silas may barricade himself off, but the cracks are starting to show. We just have to keep pushing.
seventeen
Rory
Ibounceontheballs of my toes. They’re light for once.
The rubber on my Chucks always felt heavy on my feet when I ran but these, these are almost weightless. Jumping, I bring my knees to my chest, feeling buoyant. The soles on the bottom are a lighter rubber than I’m used to.
It’s different but I don’t think I’ll mind. These will make the ease of running more smooth, fast.
These new shoes sitting atop my bed late last night after I got home. I’d spent my entire Saturday at Hailey’s and am no closer than before to figuring out what’s bothering her. The girl’s being reclusive.
Still, we had fun in spite of whatever's bothering her. Ordering takeout, gorging ourselves on candy and watching movie after movie until our eyes hurt from staring at the screen.
I thought we were pampering ourselves, but she only shrugged it off and called it a macaroni day.
The name I hadn’t originally been sold on, thinking it was strange until I embraced it. The same way Hailey had when she’d opened her front door. Armfuls of snacks toppling over from her overstuffed hold.
The nickname macaroni day fitting. Especially after I left her house all gooey and my stomach filled with cheese.
