{I know it is absurd to think but, in any way, Peter has to be Eros. Same height, slight similar voice, same presence, same hungry look he gives me, same golden hues in their eyes, slight similar face. And Peter has no brother. He's fucking Eros!}
{And I know you just fucked Patricia. If you're Eros, I can smell her on you, you bastard. I can feel it.}
I choked on my water. Actually, physically choked, the liquid going down the wrong pipe as my brain tried to process the triple-decker sandwich.
"Very what, Mom?" Madison's voice cut through, sharp and protective, like she could already feel the earthquake starting to rumble beneath her perfectly curated life.
"Disciplined," Sabrina finished, tearing her eyes away from me with an actual, physical snap, like breaking a magnetic field. "Very disciplined. To teach yourself something so complex at such a young age."
