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“I know,” I said, gripping the steering wheel

“Thanks to us, you know” My mother stressed

Again, I didn’t say anything because what could I say?

“How is your uncle?”

“Broken…still”

“Tsk,” was all I heard frolared out thein fury

“She needs to be stopped,” my mother said

“She or they?” I retorted

“She is the reason he is acting like this—”

“Mother, with all due respect, Ethan is the fucking oldest He is supposed to lead us He was supposed to be groo one wo him down? No, it’s his fault, too”

Silence

So

“Do you want to kill your brother?” My mother asked flatly

I breathed deeply, feeling bitterness seep in “Didn’t you groom me not to ?”

“Apparently, I’ ” she responds