Folding her arms again, Evie barely managed to keep the scowl off her face. Of course he would have gotten Jack's letters and not hers. She knew she had sent stacks of them; every picture she had drawn in school, every time she had extra time, every clipping about the soccer team that had made it into the paper, all of it had gone to Nick. Or...to Marissa to send to Nick. "That bitch," she swore under her breath.
And then-- oh god, Jack was practically crying. What did he even have to cry about? Inwardly, she rolled her eyes. He needed to pull himself together if he wanted to live at Bellum. "Let's go home." The statement was directed at Jack, even though she was still looking at Nicky.