Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Clara's POV

Fifteen years ago, I was nine.

Arthur had gotten Silas his first car—a sleek silver thing that Silas treated like it was made of gold. Silas was always the favorite. I'd known it from the beginning, even when I was too young to understand what favoritism really meant.

Arthur supported him in every game, every race, every stupid decision. Got him that car at fourteen because