Jake didn’t seem to finish. “Are you that mean,” he yelled from the desk, “that you let amotherwalk out of her own house? Don’t you have a heart at all? Don’t you have a mother?”
Luke froze. His hands stilled. Did I have a mother? No, I didn’t.
“I’ve never seen your mother,” Luke said almost soundlessly, still bowing down. “I never knew there was a family in this house.”
“What?” Jake ran to Luke and grasped his shoulders, shaking him until Luke’s teeth rattled. “Liar, liar, liar!”
Suddenly Luke’s cheek flared heat as Jake backhanded him. Then Jake slapped the same hand over his own mouth.
“God, I’m sorry.” Jake’s apology was muffled behind his clamped hand.
Luke shook, his cheek burning, tears streaking down his face.