Chapter 89

“Can I talk to you guys?” Myles finally said, pulling away. He sat, and with a hand gesture, invited us to sit on the couch facing his. After we had, he took a quick sip of his tea, set his cup down and put his hands together. “Okay, how do I start?” He tapped his foot. Frowned. Looked at us. “Yesterday, I had a huge fight with my sister. Huge. I-I don’t think we can fix it. I don’t know. I said some things…Anyway, it was a long time coming. It was—it was fucking ugly.” He stopped and ran a hand across his face. “She blames me for so much, and I don’t—I can’t understand why Anne can’t see that I didn’t have a choice. That I hadto leave our house that night. Our dad was gonna fucking killme. I mean—” He stopped again. Took a deep breath. “Look, I went home yesterday, well, not home, but to Tatiana’s place, and I was just…I was just thinking of everything in my life that’s turned to complete shit. Complete and utter shit.”

“Myles—”