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As soon as he saw Tessa, he stood and roared, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I came here to stop Joseph from telling you the truth, but I’m obviously too late.”

“You conniving bitch!”

I looked back and forth between them. “What’s going on?”

“Listen.” She placed her hands in the air. “You were never supposed to find out until this one…” She nodded to Joseph who was now sitting up, leaning against the cement wall.

His face was covered in blood, and I could barely see his skin.

“He suddenly decided to grow a conscience.”

“How could you do this to me?” Caleb bit, holding himself back. “What did I ever do to you to deserve this?”

“I got what I wanted, okay? You don’t need to worry about me.”

“You don’t give a flying fuck about anyone but yourself.”

I tried to keep up with what they were discussing, but everyone was talking at once, the details being muddled through their anger. All I could do was wait until Caleb would tell me. Until then, I listened intently, hoping I’d catch on.

“You’re right.” She shamelessly shrugged, unfazed by his remarks. “I don’t give a fuck. That’s what happens when you grow up poor! But you wouldn’t know anything about that now would you, Caleb Hawkins. You were born with a golden spoon on a silver fucking platter. I had nothing! You were my only shot at a good life. I saw an opportunity, and I stole it, alright? Call me whatever names you want—I don’t fucking care. I did what I had to do to survive!”

“I’m only going to say this once, Tessa. If you or Joseph ever come near my kids again, I will take you to court and make sure you don’t ever see a dime of my money. Do you understand me?”

“Caleb—”

He snarled, “Do you understand me?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“I’m going to have my attorney’s draw up contracts for the both of you. You’re signing all your rights over to me. And, Joseph, you’re signing a non-disclosure agreement.”

The truth? What truth?

Joseph grumbled in pain, holding onto his ribs. “I already … told … you.” He wheezed for air. “I won’t … tell a … soul.”

“If you do, you’ll be planning your own fucking funeral. Am I making myself clear?”

“I … swear.”

“Your word means shit to me. Now get the fuck out of my face! Both of you. Leave!”

I’d never seen Caleb this furious before, and it was starting to scare me.

What happened?

The only thing I could do was be there for him.

For of all them.

They were my family.

Now more than ever before.

Chapter Thirty-Three

—Evie—

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