“You’re out of your mind.” I wriggled away from his grasp. I needed to leave the room. The theater. The fucking galaxy.
He grabbed my arm, tighter this time. “Please don’t hate me. I just wanted to see them again. And it worked. Partially, at least. Mom’s back.”
“Out of your mind,” I repeated. “Crazy. Crazy, crazy.”
“You always said you wished you could meet my parents, didn’t you?”
I blinked, long and hard. Blinked again. “I can’t believe you’re acting like this is normal. Even if you did get to see her again, good for you, but look how many people are dead! Tyler’s dead.” My voice hitched when I said his name.
“What?” He dropped his hands to his side. Then his head dropped to his chest, swiveling back and forth. “No. No, I didn’t want that.”
“Well then you should’ve mentioned you wanted him alive,” a voice answered. I turned to see the blonde woman with freckles. “You’ve always been jealous of him and Abby. I figured you’d want it that way.”
“You did it?” he asked at the same time that I asked, “That one’s your mother?”
I grabbed the box cutter from my pocket and held it in front of me, more like a shield than a sword.
