- RAYA -
"Where's the brother who was trying to get you to spy? Lawson, right?" Rory asks while we're sitting at the table and my eyes are roaming over the room, very aware that Laurel keeps shooting glares my way. "Just ignore her, Raya."
"I don't know where he is," I say honestly.
"Trying to get you to spy?" Dad repeats, and I look at them both.
It's almost comical now—thinking of Lawson that way. It barely even scratches the surface of how wrong he is. If it was still only a matter of Lawson expecting me to spy on Dex, that would be… easy to stomach. That would be something I could ignore. Which is strange, because I didn't want to go back to work after the accident because of it. I guess I could already sense that there was more—worse that he was capable of.
"What is that about?" Dad shifts in his chair, leaning forward.
"I don't really want to talk about it," I say with a weak smile. "It's not a problem anymore, though."
