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I’m sure. It only proves that he does love us; he does care.”
    This time I kept my anger in check. This time I slowed my heartbeat. I had to; I couldn’t tell my mother the truth. Her words were so desperate. The truth that she had somehow been waiting for him to return all this time made me sick to my stomach. I glanced toward the garbage can where the ripped-up letter laid, the weight of my lie feeling like lead in my gut. I stood up, the forgotten cell phone tumbling to the ground.
    “I need to take a shower.” I felt numb as I walked away. My small breakthrough had opened up a chasm of forgotten pain and heartache that I didn’t want to revisit. Before I even hit the bathroom, I felt the tears fall. They splashed down my cheeks in warm trails that welcomed more. I turned on the hot water, hoping my mother wouldn’t hear my sobs, hoping the tears would take away all the pain.
    I stepped into the overly hot water, burning my skin before I could turn it down. I curled up on the floor of the tub, the water from the shower pouring over me. Only then, did I open my hand. The tiny purple bead still sat in my palm, glistening as the water ran over it. It shimmered and sparkled as the color danced and changed. I clenched my hand over it, not wanting to see it again. No matter how much I wanted to throw it down the drain to be lost forever, I knew I couldn’t. This stupid thing would always serve as a reminder of what I had lost, and what my mother had so foolishly let slip away.

    I woke around midday on Saturday to the rhythmic knocking that Ryland had used as his signature since he was fourteen. I sighed in frustration. He had been here a few times before, and his visits always made me uncomfortable. Ryland grew up in a 200,000 square foot mansion; I grew up in an apartment that was smaller than his bedroom. I listened to the incessant knocking for a minute more before grumbling and rolling out of bed.
    My body didn’t hurt as much now, but it still felt stiff and heavy. I straightened out, cursing beads, Mexican food, and useless fathers for my endless illness.
    I had fallen asleep right after my shower last night, meaning my hair had dried as I slept, resulting in an endless tangle of black hair. I flattened it around my right ear as much as I could, making sure the mark was covered, threw a hoodie on over my cami and shuffled to the door, Scooby-Doo pajamas dragging on the floor around my ankles. I yanked the door open and walked away leaving it ajar so he could let himself in.
    “Good morning!” Ryland’s voice was loud and happy, as always. He bounded in, slammed the door and threw his arms around my waist lifting me up in an attempt to tackle me to the ground.
    “Put me down!” I pounded on his hands, trying not to smile. It was no use; his grip only tightened around my mid-section. “I’m going to hurl!”
    He dropped me and came around in front of me, inspecting the probability. He smiled at me impishly, sending my stomach into a pattern reminiscent of a roller coaster.
    “Doesn’t look like it to me.” His blue eyes sparkled, his smile widening to a grin. He was enjoying this game too much.
    “I’m sick, remember.”
    “Not according to your mother, you little faker.” He smiled wider and tweaked my nose. My stomach did a flip at his touch.
    “Traitor,” I mumbled as I shuffled to the kitchen. Ryland bounded behind me, full of more energy than usual.
    “Well, I had to get my information somewhere, seeing as someone wouldn’t return my calls.” He raised a brow at me as he settled into one of the two kitchen chairs, crossing his legs regally and looking out of place sitting at the tiny table at the end of our galley kitchen.
    “Yeah, sorry about that. Sick or not, I did sleep all day yesterday.” I pulled down a box of Fruit Loops and a bowl, carrying them and the milk over to the table where he sat. I could feel his eyes on me the entire time.
    “People only sleep like that when they’re