Kieran's P.O.V.
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~ Two days later ~
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I don't want to do this. I'm not ready. I'm not ready to talk to them at all. I haven't since...
"I've given you two days, Kieran," Uncle Mal reminded me.
"I know, but..." I trailed off as I ran my hand down my face. "I wasn't ready to talk to any of you. I feel like I'm being forced."
"Well, you sort of are," he replied, shrugging his shoulder. "I mean, it's either you tell them, or I give your mom a call. I think we both know it'll be better coming from you. Plus... there's less of a chance that she'll fly out here if you tell her."
I turned my head to give him a flat look.
"What? Thanksgiving is right around the corner," he said.
