I’m Ava. To force me and my stepbrother, Logan, to “get along,” my father made him my personal Billiards Coach. But one hands-on correction and a sudden leg cramp pushed us across a line we never should have crossed—right beside the pool, with our parents only a few steps away.​ Logan promised he’d come to my room that night, but I soon learned that a secret relationship was far more dangerous than a moment of reckless desire. Then I found a cropped screenshot of his messages, making it look as though he’d made a bet about me.​ Now I don’t know whether Logan truly loves me—or whether I’ve been nothing more than a game to him.

I’m Ava. To force me and my stepbrother, Logan, to “get along,” my father made him my personal Billiards Coach. But one hands-on correction and a sudden leg cramp pushed us across a line we never should have crossed—right beside the pool, with our parents only a few steps away.​ Logan promised he’d come to my room that night, but I soon learned that a secret relationship was far more dangerous than a moment of reckless desire. Then I found a cropped screenshot of his messages, making it look as though he’d made a bet about me.​ Now I don’t know whether Logan truly loves me—or whether I’ve been nothing more than a game to him.

I’m Ava. To force me and my stepbrother, Logan, to “get along,” my father made him my personal Billiards Coach. But one hands-on correction and a sudden leg cramp pushed us across a line we never should have crossed—right beside the pool, with our parents only a few steps away.​ Logan promised he’d come to my room that night, but I soon learned that a secret relationship was far more dangerous than a moment of reckless desire. Then I found a cropped screenshot of his messages, making it look as though he’d made a bet about me.​ Now I don’t know whether Logan truly loves me—or whether I’ve been nothing more than a game to him.

I’m Ava. To force me and my stepbrother, Logan, to “get along,” my father made him my personal Billiards Coach. But one hands-on correction and a sudden leg cramp pushed us across a line we never should have crossed—right beside the pool, with our parents only a few steps away.​ Logan promised he’d come to my room that night, but I soon learned that a secret relationship was far more dangerous than a moment of reckless desire. Then I found a cropped screenshot of his messages, making it look as though he’d made a bet about me.​ Now I don’t know whether Logan truly loves me—or whether I’ve been nothing more than a game to him.