But I’m not. I’m somewhere else entirely, watching a kid in a wheelchair who can’t possibly understand why his brother abandoned him. Sage is probably terrified right now, wondering if Bastian is coming back or if he’s been left behind like their mother left them both.
“What are you thinking?” Yasmin asks. I can hear the wariness in her voice. She knows me too well.
“I’m thinking…” I pause, trying to find words that won’t make her lose her mind. “I’m thinking about what it feels like to be sixteen and scared and stuck with people who don’t give a s**t about you.”
“Sage has already lost so much. His mobility, his childhood. And now, Bastian, too, in a way. Because even if Bastian gets him back, the brother Sage knew doesn’t exist anymore.”
Yasmin’s arms loosen around me. “Don’t do this.
