Chapter 184 Hate, Perhaps Love
- (Calvin)
- “We've agreed not to talk about this, Dad.” I strained through my teeth. “And certainly not here,” I say, my tone sharper than I intended.
- My mother let out a slow exhale, arm in arm with Frederick Williams, the man after her heart. “Someone has to, son. It's been three years already, you can't continue to fight your brother,”