“Hey Cals!” I say, leaning against my sister’s new bedroom door and grinning over at her.
“Everleigh!” she gasps, spinning towards me and then, laughing, dashing over to wrap me in a big hug. “Did you see this room?” she whispers, delighted. “It’s amazing!”
“Of course I’ve seen it,” I say, laughing and hugging her back. “It used to be mine, after all.”
Callie pulls back an inch and stares at me, her mouth a round little “o,” I think having forgotten that little fact. She turns around, keeping one arm around my waist, looking around the room with new eyes. “Oh, then I like it even more then,” she says, giving a decisive nod. “I love that you have history here.”
“History indeed,” I say, my voice low with the understatement. When I was Angeline’s lady, we spent hours and hours here, espec
