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IN WICH, Tadhg Lynch is angry.
Angry at the world, at their father and at the people who chose to look the other way, to ignore them, their silent pleas for help.
The only way to deal with his anger is to take it out on the person who's collateral damage.
Because Darragh Holland hopes he could just scratch his last name off like a birthmark if he tries hard enough.
But, Darragh? He's angry too, because he sees his best friend, Amber keane, his Amber, his always almost, laughing softer when Tadhg Lynch is around.
They claim to hate each other.
Everyone around them knows better.
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IN WICH, Amber Keane is perfect.
On the outside, she's smiling the way people do who've learned it's safer than telling the truth.
Keeping her grades neat, her hair perfect and her jokes always appropriate.
Inside, she's running out of places to put her pain
She watched her father, still, with a needle still warm in his arm. Her mother turning into something sharp edged and cruel.
She learned how footsteps can sound different at night.
How the air catches in your throat when you're alone with someone you shouldn't be afraid of.
She learned how to be quiet. How to disappear without leaving.
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IN WICH, Amber finally cracks.
It it's not loud, it's a quiet, devastating moment.
Where her laughter fails her, where the walls she's built give away.
And Tadhg watches history threaten to repeat itself.
In the girl who pretends to be perfect.
Unbreakable.