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I snickered. “Which is apparently not very good. I know something’s wrong. Do you want to talk about it?”

Clint dropped his bag. “Just—that shit with the lawyer yesterday.”

I nodded. “What happened?”

He leaned against the brick wall of the school. “Dad’s back in town.”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yeah. I told Cecilia time and time again not to tell Dad about the fucking lawyer. And of course, she didn’t listen. She’s awesome, but she never fucking listens. It’s like she thinks Dad’s actually gonna be this decent-as-fuck person one of these days. Then she gets shocked and hurt and scared when he loses his shit. She’s been married to him for four years! The fuck is she thinking!?”

I placed my hands against his chest. “Deep breaths. Come on, take them with me. There we go.”

I walked Clint through some even breathing. He was shaking against my hands, and I needed him to settle down. That explained everything. With his father back in town, shit always popped off. I smoothed my hands over his torso, try