KNOX
“Knox, what are you doing?” Layla asks when I walk to where she’s sitting on the futon.
“I’m going to take the thing he wants most.” When I’m right in front of her I put a knee on the futon, and her eyes widen. “He tried to keep me from you so he could have you all to himself.”
“What?” She blinks at me and then looks over at Dad. “He—”
“He sent me away, Layla. He knew how much I wanted you, and he couldn’t stand that you wanted me back.”
“Is this true?” She asks him, but he’s silent.
“Hey,” I say to her, and her eyes find mine. “You love me, don’t you?” I don’t know why I have to ask because I know she does. I just want to hear her say it. I want him to hear her say it. No matter how hard he tried to keep us apart, he couldn’t do anything to break our connection.
“Of course I d
