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"You never could have known," I said softly. "You were just a kid trying to survive him, Ethan. That's all you were doing. The fact that this hurts you so much, that it's tearing you apart right now, shows you're nothing like him. You have every right to feel sick about it. You're allowed to be angry. You're allowed to mourn the uncle you wanted him to be, even if that person never really existed."
He finally lifted his head. His eyes were wet, lashes clumped together, blue irises searching mine like I had the answers he needed.
