Chapter 7

Fine. Fuck him, then.

If that’s the way his dad wanted things, then that’s the way they would be. “When I found out the world wasn’t biscuits and belly scratches, Dad. But you didn’t have to go to Monster U, did you?” Lyle turned away and gave the contents of his suitcase a watery glare. “If you’ll excuse me, I should unpack.”

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