Chapter 75

“Yeah, he failed everything except art and gym. Of course our mother refused to have him seen by any kind of specialist. She said he was perfect the way he was and that what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. But one day, I came home from school to find Rain locked up in his bedroom, crying his eyes out and cutting up all of his marionettes.”

“What happened?” Tristan crossed his arms, not sure he should be listening to this. What would Rain think?

Faustina handed him the bottle again. “Here. I’m done.” She exhaled sharply. “Look, it doesn’t matter anymore, but the truth is, my brother went behind my parents’ back and saw the school psychologist when he was thirteen. They gave him some sort of I.Q. test and he tested so low, they said my parents could ask the government for a special allocation.” She locked eyes with Tristan. “You know, for mentally challenged children.”

Tristan’s jaw hardened and he instinctively stepped back. “What? What kind of bullshit is that?”