Chapter 80 Don’t You Want to Know Who You Got Your Genes From?

• He was impossible. Here I was, trying to have a proper conversation with him, and there he was, calling me a hypocrite.
• “I think I understand now,” I said as I watched the pale moonlight spill across his fair cheek. “You say that because these things are important to you. That’s why you can’t believe that I would give them up. Am I right?”
• He twisted his head away and stopped talking to me. I couldn’t tell why he was feeling sad.