~Delia~
I stood on the sidewalk long after the Rolls Royce disappeared into traffic, my heels digging into the pavement as if I needed something solid to keep me from floating away. The noise of Brooklyn came back slowly, cars passing, voices from inside the restaurant, someone laughing too loudly behind me, but none of it felt real.
All I could see was Katia. Not the Katia I remembered. The sister who walked out of our house in a bathrobe six years ago looking like she had nowhere to go and no one to run to wasn't the sister I met today. This Katia had walked out of that restaurant like she owned the world, like she had nothing to prove and no one to impress.
And that car. That damn f*****g car.
I turned slowly to face my friends, who were staring at me like they had just witnessed a
