Chapter 4“You look great.”
“And you’re a f*****g liar.”
Harsh language born of frustration. Guess she wasn’t in the mood for being placated. And if it was anyone but his sister Mallory possessing such attitude, he might take offense. Colorful language had its place in the world, it made an impact, and he supposed this was one of those moments when it worked. Hell, he could put up with his sister having an explosion of Tourette’s if it meant she was alive, vibrant, and most importantly to him, herself.
“Want to tell me why the foul mood?”
“No.”
But then she grew silent. Which meant she did; he’d known her his entire life. He saw her now struggle to get the words out. Not because she didn’t want to but because she couldn’t. Her speech still wasn’t as it had been, nor were other motor sk
