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Nathaniel I knew something was wrong the moment I saw Gwyneth sneaking up behind a car. Then came King’s fucking loud voice, because he doesn’t know how to stay quiet. Then Aspen’s full-body shudder as she barely remains upright. But the only person I care about is the girl who’s standing in front of them, her mouth falling open and her nails clinking against each other fast, as if she’s on a mission to injure herself. I step to her side, holding her elbow because she’s on the verge of something, and it’s not something good. Her gaze slides to mine and it’s a myriad of confused, muted colors as she gulps. “Nate…they said…Dad…called her my mother. It’s not true, right?” I tighten my jaw, then glare at King, who’s clenching his fists because he knows he fucked up. He couldn’t just keep quiet. No, he had to make a scene and have her find out this way. He hasn’t been subtle at all since he woke up from the coma. Even I could see that his animosity toward Aspen was uncalled for. She hit bac