Kelsey POV
"Okay, no that does sound sus," I say as we pace together, back-and-forth in feverish parallels, as I try to make sense of the senseless. "But if your dad lied about what he was really doing—obviously. And your brothers chose to go with him—"
She stops jarringly and raises a warning finger at me. "Kelsey. No."
"Not a dog," I remark with mocking humour, then I adjust my tone to a tenor of solemn observation. "Your brothers were glued to your side. It had to be something important that drew them away from you."
