TWENTY-TWO
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t’s been a week since she last saw Pio, and Audrey had begun to hate herself. First, for lying to him. Second, for missing him.
(Third, for being unable to find a new job. But that was easier to resolve, so.)
“Ate, you know I love you...but I will hurt you.”
The veins on Vivien’s neck sprung to life as she tried her best to keep this conversation hush-hush. At a little past midnight, everyone else in the house had already gone to bed, and they knew better than to be louder than a whisper.
Audrey spent the last half hour confessing to her younger sister about Pio and their little arrangement. And while Vivien felt betrayed for the first ten minutes of their conversation (“How could you lie to us?”), the remainder of the story put a fascinated twinkle in her eyes.
That dr
