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“Hey,” my voice is gravelly. “Sorry about that. I have a lot on my mind.”

She looks like she’s lost in thought for a second before meeting my eyes again. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Yes.

No.

Why is this damn girl so hot and cold? How can she look at me with such concern but toss me aside like I no longer exist?

“I got a call from my mom. She wants to meet up,” I say, trying to choke down the acid that comes up with the thought. “Apparently, I have a brother.”

Her mouth falls open after that. She has the same expression as I did when I first heard the news.

“I should get going,” I say.

“Are you sure you shouldn’t breathe a little?”

“What do you mean?” She points to my still-white knuckles around the steering wheel.

Almost subconsciously, I let out a breath. The world stops spinning for a second, and it’s just me and her.

“Will you come with me?” The question comes out before I can think.

Sally’s eyes go wide. “Umm…”

“Shit,” I mutter. “Sorry, that came out wrong. Never mind.”

Why the eff would I ask her that?

Because you were spiraling a second ago, and now, because of her, you aren’t.

Suddenly, the door on my driver’s side opens, and Sally pulls herself inside and clicks her seatbelt.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Well, I can’t let you drive like this because you might actually hit someone.” She gives me a soft smile.

Regret washes over me, “Sorry about that.”

“So, while we drive, you can talk my ear off. Ella tells me I’m a superb listener.”

I raise my brow at her. “You are really wanting to come with me to meet my mom.”

She laughs. “I’m not meeting your mom. You can drop me off someplace and pick me up when you’re done, or my sisters can come get me.”

A ping of unhappiness rings in my head at the thought of her not wanting to go there with me, but why the fuck would she? You’re nothing to her, Oliver.

“Okay.” I throw the car in drive again and just drive.

“I’m ready when you are.”

“You were adopted,” I start, and she gives me a curious look before nodding.

“Yeah, my birth parents didn’t want to have me but did.”

“Would you see them again if you could?”

A pained expression washes over her and hardens all her features. Her eyes dim. “Never.”

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