sister?”
This time, I couldn’t answer.
I turned away, pretending to straighten something on the dresser.
Amelia waited several seconds before quietly picking up the little white gift bag Lina had sent over for her.
“Okay.”
There was something about the way she said it that stayed with me.
Not angry.
Not confused.
Just thoughtful.
A few minutes later, my mother arrived to take Amelia to the wedding.
Mom looked at my clothes and immediately frowned.
“You’re really not coming?”
“I already told you I wasn’t.”
She let out one
