Fractured Comfort

CADE

I lose my appetite the second Dad tells me to apologize. Daphne says something beside me, calm and diplomatic as always, but I barely hear her over the roaring in my skull.

All I can think about is the look on Hazel's face right now. Fear. Confusion. Pity.

I hate pity.

Slowly, I shove my chair back. The scrape smashes through the tense silence like a hurricane.

"I'm done here," I say f