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a punch to the stomach. I knew she was right, but now I couldn’t even get Callie to respond to my apologies. I had tried calling her at least three times, and the text was the final resort.
    Jett had also insisted I take another week or two off, but I had news for him—I would be going in tomorrow. This waiting game wasn’t me, and I needed to get out of this apartment before I lost my damn mind.
    I dropped my phone to the mattress and stood up, stretching my arms above my head. The ache in my muscles felt good as I shifted from side to side. When I exited my bedroom, Matthew came skidding to a stop at my feet. He held something behind his back, and a look of pure evil covered his small features.
    “What are you hiding?” I asked, giving him a stern look. “And before you answer, remember we don’t lie in this house. Give me the truth, boy.”
    “I was just holding on to it for her,” he said as his face shifted to pure innocence. The kid was going to have all the ladies hanging on his every word when he got older. I could see it now. He knew how to play anyone with that charming smile and those big, brown puppy-dog eyes. He got better at it daily.
    I held out my hand and wiggled my fingers. He slowly brought his hand out from behind his back and placed the item into my palm. “She called me a brat,” he stated, as if that alone was good enough reason for his master plan.
    “Well, buddy, calling you a brat wasn’t nice. But that’s not reason enough to take her bracelet. And I’m pretty sure I know what you intended to do with it, and we’ve had this talk before, haven’t we?”
    He nodded as his eyes remained locked on mine.
    “And what have I told you?” I asked.
    “That I can’t flush things.”
    “That’s right,” I said. “Now go get dressed. Mrs. Reames is coming over, and running around in your Batman underwear isn’t appropriate.”
    I waited for him to hurry off before I walked toward the bedroom the two of them shared. Zoey had her back to the door, but I could see she was messing with a small box she had slid out from under the bed. “What do you got there, Zoe?”
    Her little body jumped in surprise, and she spun around with her eyes wide. “Nothing.” She hurried to cover the items in the box with her hands.
    “Well now, you know I ain’t falling for that one, right?” I walked farther into the room, and she pushed the box under the bed and spun around again. With her back pressed against the bed, she gazed up at me with the same look of innocence her brother just tried to use.
    It was then I noticed her lips looked glossy as if she was wearing lipstick. Her cheeks were a little rosy, and there was a faint pink, glittery look above her eyes. “Zoey, are you wearing makeup?”
    “Yes.” She didn’t try to hide it.
    “Where did you get makeup?” I had never bought her any.
    “Um…” She looked to her side. Zoey couldn’t lie while looking you in the eyes. She was so easy to read. “I’ve had it for a long time. I found it when Matthew and I went outside to play.”
    “You just found it outside?”
    “Yeah.” She still wouldn’t look at me.
    “Let me see it.” She looked up nervously. “Come on, show me.” I knew the story was shit, and I had a feeling what was in that box would confirm that. She knew it too.
    I stood with my arms crossed, showing no signs of backing down. Zoey rose up on her knees and turned back to face the bed before slowly pulling the box out from under it.
    In the center of the box was an electric-blue cosmetic bag with Callie embroidered on the top.
    My throat grew tight. “Where did you find that, sweetheart?”
    “In your bathroom. She left it,” she said with sadness in her eyes. “I didn’t want you to take it away.”
    I walked past Zoey and sat on the edge of the bed as I held my hand out to her. “Come here,” I whispered.
    She stood up, and I pulled her onto my lap. “You miss Callie?” I asked, and she nodded. Her lower lip