I like that, Bree admitted. It’s like…it’s never too late to change. Her eyes met his and she hoped he understood that she meant it for him as well as for herself. She wanted Alessandro to give in to the good she knew was in him and leave the Dardano family behind. I forgot about that. I feel rather ashamed of it now. Because of the things I’ve done. Then I was looking at this tiny creature here and you’re going to think I’m mad but…every time I look at him, he looks different to me. He’s the same boy, but something in him is always changing. It’s not a physical thing that I can explain to you, but it’s…like…I don’t know, Alessandro said shrugging and lowering his head. He sat on the bed next to her and stared at the incubator. The baby’s eyes were open, staring back, blinking slowly, sleepily. You’re seeing him become a person. Like all the parts of him are coming together and making this tiny person’s soul. He was one person in here, Bree pointed to her stomach. And now he’s changing on the outside so he can be a part of the world. That’s it, Alessandro nodded. He’s a part of the world now. My world, in a completely different way than when he was inside of you. It’s like having two sons and watching them become one as a slow minute by minute process. He’s never going to stop changing. What he thinks and feels now is not going to be what he thinks and feels tomorrow or fifty years from now. It’s the same for you, Bree said, closing her fingers over his on the bed. I don’t want to forget that again, Brianna. I don’t ever want to forget that I can change. He looked so earnest that Bree couldn’t help bringing his hand to her lips. Then don’t.
E. Jamie
Whatever it is, I said, the point is moot because as long as I am on these pills, I can't make contact to ask.Derek ... snapped, Then you need to stop taking the pills.Love to. If I could. But after what happened last night, they're giving me urine tests now.Ugh. That's harsh. Simon went quiet, then snapped his fingers.Hey, I've got an idea. It's kinda gross, but what if you take the pills, crush them and mix them with your, you know, urine.Derek stared at him.What?You did pass chem last year, didn't you?Simon flipped him the finger. Okay, genius, what's your idea?I'll think about it. ...***Here, Derek whispered, pressing an empty Mason jar into my hand. He'd pulled me aside after class and we were now standing at the base of the boy's staircase. Take this up to your room and hide it.It's a ... jar.He grunted, exasperated that I was so dense I failed to see the critical importance of hiding an empty Mason jar in my room.It's for your urine.My what?He rolled his eyes, a growl-like sound sliding through his teeth ashe leaned down, closer to my ear. Urine. Pee. Whatever. For the testing.I lifted the jar to eye level. I think they'll give me somethingsmaller....You took your meds today, right? he whispered.I nodded.Then use this jar to save it.Save . . . ?Your urine. If you give them some of today's tomorrow, it'll seem like you're still taking your meds.You want me to . . . dole it out? Into specimen jars?Got a better idea?Um, no, but ... I lifted the jar and stared into it.Oh, for God's sake. Save your piss. Don't save your piss. It's all the same to me.Simon peeked around the corner, brows lifted. I was going to ask what you guys were doing, but hearing that, I think I'll pass.
Kelley Armstrong