Bright Star. Grayson Reyes-Cole

know Sandoval won’t turn her away once they see what she can do.”

      Jackson thought about that long hidden memory. He thought about his mother saving him from the knife and the way she had stripped him of that memory for his own protection. She didn’t want her own special, precious child to look on her with the disdain she’d felt her whole life. He considered Bright Star and her fragile nature. He thought of her lying near dead on a rooftop from self-inflicted wounds. Then, he thought of the rock that was in his pocket at that very moment. He had taken that rock from a man he considered a friend. A man who was now strongly sedated, whose only words from time to time were “my rock.”

      Jackson knew what would happen. They would test her, hold her, study her the way they had when he was boy, the way they still wanted to now. They would hurt her and not even know it and expect him to help like he had with Thad. He couldn’t do that to her. He couldn’t. “I can’t do that,” he told his older brother. But, Rush was no longer there.