Adam followed me into the house. I felt his gaze—calculating, cautious. He could sense the tension in every line of my body; even he knew I was one sharp word from snapping. My nerves were a live wire. I forced myself to hold it in, focusing on his every slow movement, watching him check on Benny. My urge to explode simmered just beneath the surface, ready to break loose.
“There is no f*****g way the state took her away from drug addict parents and left me there. How old is she? I don’t even remember having a younger sister.” I said.
“She’s 18. So, she’s three years younger than you.” He said.
“Bullshit. No way. She would have been born in the Virginia pack. No one ever mentioned a sister.” I said.
“I know. I was confused by that as well. So I called your uncle. He said that they thoug
