Jeremy POV
“What is wrong?” Lexie asks, her voice dripping with concern. She stands up and tries to take the card from my hands; I take a step back even as my hands tremble.
“Jeremy, what are we doing wrong? Say something. What did they deliver?” She asks, her eyes searching mine.
“It's none of your business, Lexie. Just stay away from me.
She shakes her head. “No, Jeremy. I am not staying away from you. Maybe you developed a one-minute Alzheimer's-like mum, but I need to remind you that I am your sister, Jeremy. Your elder sister, you can't be bossing me around, and what concerns you concerns me. Now tell me what is wrong, she says in a stern voice, glaring at me.
On a normal day, maybe some years back, I would have handed it over to her with the fear of being beaten or the fact tha
