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Nadine could’ve slapped him. She probably would’ve, if she weren’t acutely aware of where they were, the high profile status of the case, the reporters swarming around. “No, Clay. I’m mad at you because you didn’t even give me a chance. You just lumped me in with him.” Her glass house was well and truly shattered, much like the rose tinted glasses with which she’d viewed her brother. Her world, her family, none of it would ever be the same again. It’d been a sharp slap in the face by reality. “You treated me like I was the one who destroyed the school. All because I believed my brother when he told me he had nothing to do with it.” She shook her head. “You’re not sorry at all.” And she didn’t expect him to be. If the situations were reversed, she certainly wouldn’t be. She took a small step back. “I can’t keep having this same conversation with you.”
“You very well could have destroyed the school to me, Nadine. You’ve never felt unsafe your entire life. I do everyday living in this world. If you don’t understand me cutting out a bystander for my own safety, you’re not as open minded as I thought you were.” Clay took a step back, as well. “I was serious when I said I’m sorry about your brother. I’ve never had a sibling. I’ll never know what it’s like, I won’t pretend to.” And at times, it did justify Nadine’s actions in his mind. But mostly, Clay felt hurt and that overclouded everything else. “I don’t want to keep having this conversation either. Take care.”
















