I exchange a look with Clay.
What the f**k?
"Is this some kind of a joke?" I ask my father, who justs shakes his head.
"I didn't know that you two have met."
"Oh, we have. We have quite the story about that. Don't we, Tori?"
She says nothing. She's still staring at me, her wine glass frozen in her hands. She's so tense, clutching the crystal stem so tight that I'm scared it'll break in her hands.
Actually, no, I'm not scared. I hope it breaks and chops off her f*****g fingers.
"Does your wife know about this?" Clay demands when no one says nothing.
"Wait, this is actually true? That cold b***h is my sister?"
"If you call me a cold b***h one more time..."
I stare at her.
"Cold b***h, cold b***h, cold b***h!"
"Girls, stop that! Let's talk this out. Cami, I can explain."
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