My Sister Moved Into My Home While I Was 3000 Miles Away In London

wet pavement.

“No,” I said, and my voice almost broke. “No, sweetheart. I never hated you.”

“Okay.”

Such small trust. Such undeserved responsibility placed in the wrong hands.

“Are you doing all right?” I asked.

“Aunt Rachel says I’m doing better.”

“That’s good.”

“Emma lost Bunny.”

Of course. The stuffed rabbit dragged through Vance’s hallway, probably left continue reading …