ADRIAN
Once Jonas had climbed up the winding steps to his upstairs bedroom, leaving Emma and I alone in the resulting silence, I turned to look at my sister only to find that she was already staring my way. She had an eyebrow quirked in my direction, her cup held against her lips like she was inhaling the steam.
I quirked an eyebrow back at her, expecting her to say something, but she didn’t. She just slurped at her tea in silence. That didn’t last very long though, because as soon as she was dropping the empty cup back down to the table, she was sending me an unusually sour look, her lips pursed like she had eaten a bad lemon.
I rolled my eyes at her dramatics. “What is it Em? Spill it out.”
She widened her eyes in mock innocence, leaning back in her seat and swiping hair away from he
