”
“Megan, it’s not like that.”
“It’s exactly like that.”
“He’s your brother.”
“He’s a thief, Mom. He stole from women. He stole from me. He’s been stealing from me on a credit card I forgot existed and you knew. You knew last night when Dad sent that text. You knew when Ryan came over here yesterday with his water glass and his smile.”
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