[FLASHBACK]
I was eight, and Gretta and Caden were thirteen.
I didn’t know why my day felt so ruined every time I saw Caden Einsworth inside the house with my sister Gretta. He was like a puppy that kept on following her wherever she went, and I hated it.
I hated it so much.
And I didn’t know why.
“Stop being mean to him, Giselle! He is just trying to help me with my math, okay?” Gretta was so mad that she stormed inside my room after she found out that I told his ‘puppy’ that she wasn’t home when he called for her. It was unfortunate for him that I was the person who got to answer the landline.
I raised an eyebrow at her. I didn’t care that she was mad. She was always mad, so it wasn’t new to me anymore. “What? I told him the truth! You were not inside the house! What do you want me
