Chapter Twenty-Three
A limo was waiting for us at the airport when we landed. “You sleep okay?” Josh asked as we headed towards Chrys’ house. I looked down at my lap, feeling my cheeks get warm. I couldn’t tell him about the recollection, not yet. I knew he thought it was Lucas, and I was under some sort of physic attack; I didn’t want to argue. Not right before I saw my sister, the meeting itself would be awkward enough. I hadn’t seen her in eleven years. I just nodded. “Fill me in on your sister,” he said.
“She’s a jealous b***h,” I replied, not looking up. “Divorced, no kids, not very social- she kind of always kept to herself. She didn’t handle my mother’s death well, and she hates that I went to Hollywood. She feels like she should have been the one to go, not me. I’m sure she will
