Winnie
Knock. Knock. Knock-knock.
I leap from the couch and rush to the door.
Only one person knocks like that.
I hurriedly open the door.
Rick, leaning against the wall, grins at me.
I launch myself into his arms after he stands.
“What are you doing here?" I jump with excitement.
He chuckles. “Can't a big brother visit his sister?"
Quickly, I pull him into the apartment and happily show him around. Each time we enter a room, he frowns.
I know the answer, but I ask anyway, "Do you like it?"
"The question is," he pauses as we return to the living room, "why do you like it?"
When we sit on the couch, I lean against the armrest and tuck my legs under me. Suddenly, I get this sinking feeling. My smile slowly fades as I study Rick. "Why would you ask that?"
Rick glances around the
