“You know what’s going to happen to him,” Archer says, frowning deeply. His grip is tight on the steering wheel.
I sink back into my seat. Yeah, I kind of do know what’s going to happen to him. Their father is such a monster, Neil’s certain to receive a hell of a beating this time. Will that alone even be enough?
My nails dig into my palms from how tightly I’m clenching my fists.
“I don’t know why it bothers you, anyway,” Archer says. “Since when do you actually give a s**t about any of this?”
His words irk through me, prickling all my nerves.
“Is it so difficult to believe that I might actually care about Neil? About all of you?”
“Yes,” Archer says simply, and I kind of want to smack him. “You aren’t treated above your station. Sometimes, I’ve seen it, you’re treated worse. So no, I
