“Did you even try to fight him back?” I ask Seth as I clean off his cut that almost completely healed, but it makes me feel better.
He looks at me, clearly annoyed to be having a conversation about it. “I deserved it. I treated you poorly before I ever even met you.”
“That’s not any of his business, though,” I mutter, mad about the situation. When Seth showed up in my old office looking beaten up, I immediately dragged him upstairs and straight to the bathroom.
“Molly, it is, though,” he tells me, taking the rag from my hand. “You were adopted through a blood adoption. The scar you had on your hand indicated that. They never cut your brother, but he still had a scar.”
I stop and think back. He’s right. I don’t remember them cutting Robbie's hand, or even my mom's. It was jus
