(Aurora's POV)
"Leave it," Phineas said. "I'll handle the dishes. Stay with your brother."
I set the plates back down and looked at Leo. He was staring at the table, turning his fork over in his fingers. The bruising along his jaw had deepened to a dull purple.
I didn't know how to start.
Leo looked up first. His eyes were a little red at the edges - not from crying, just from the kind of tiredness that settles in after a long, hard day. He was clearly trying not to show it.
"Aurora," he said. "Tell me the truth. Did he force you into this?"
"What? No." I almost laughed. "Leo, nobody forced me. Phineas is - he's a good person. He treats me well. I'm the one who brought it up first."
Leo stared at me. "You brought it up."
"I did."
He was quiet for a second. Then he frowned and mutt
