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“No” He gave a slight shake of his head “I’ the truth about ht better”

She ran her thumb over the scar “You always told us you ell cared for once you reached your teenage years Why didn’t you tell us the truth?

Why didn’t you tell us you practically raised yourself? Or that no one gave you presents and cake?”

“What difference would it have ave her one of his fake s have done for me?”

“A cake at my house, for starters”

He looked at the living rooot one the next year You ensured that, even though you pretended it was your ht have even baked it yourself”

He was right

It had taken her three tries, and all of her Saturday, but she’d finally gotten it right But she didn’t think he knew that she was the one who had made it

She’d tried to hide that

Apparently, she’d failed

“How did you know?” she asked

“Your writing on the cake” He cocked his head “And you put little hearts all over it”

Stupid girl

“Okay, I’ll admit it It was me Mom couldn’t believe the truth when I told her She believed you when you said they made you a cake and cooked your favorite dinner Everyone did”

His hand drifted down her arhtly she barely felt it “Except you You saw through the act”

“I always did Still can” She forced a casual shrug, even though she wanted nothingherself at him “I can see you’re not happy now, either I don’t knohat you want out of life, but it isn’t what you currently have I hope you can figure out what you really want sometime soon”

“Once again, your perception amazes me” He rubbed his jaw “But what I want and what I can have are two cos”