quare, lights blaring. There they were, cozy on a couch, Yvonne curled into Xavier's side, his

wasn't gutting me. "Quinn, you're good with this thi

hts we'd laughed under the stars, the mornings he'd brought me pancake

ulled out a box: a tiny shoe from when Yvonne was a pup, a crumpled draw

so sweet! He kept all that?" "Who does that

ike he belonged there. That's when it hit me. His "disgust" for his adopted sister? The

her leaning into his shoulder, him tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Ev

ig screens lit up: XAV

rowd e

ting it to the whole

s loud about anyone. He's

right? This is total

gh to cut through the noise: "Wait-isn't Xavier suppo

urning sour with irritation. "What are you talking about?

led the questioner out. Then he turned to the cameras,

d Yvonne. No promised

and. I stumbled back, his

us-never talked about our bond plans, kept

owing under the lights, and felt the last

les' highlight reels-sappy monta

ng baby pics of Yvonne. Instead, the scree