Jay shrank back into the shadows as his sister emerged. Good thing she rushed off along the corridor. Her mad dash, hand to her mouth as though she might well be ill, meant she failed to notice him. The shame of eavesdropping slipped away the longer he’d listened, an unwilling participant in the drama. April and Dean sniping at each other was nothing new, but the dispute had bubbled over. This day of all days…April had to choose their parents’ wedding anniversary to make Jay hate her.
Only he didn’t. He wanted to. Not quite the same thing, but close. He’d lingered outside the room rigid with indecision, unable to move because he wanted to hear it all. A person really could blow both hot and cold all over. Jay drew back against the wall, in a dark recess by the foot of the stairs.
Couldn’
