"Forgiven," I said flatly, giving her a sharp, meaningless smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Anything else? Because I have a 2:00 PM meeting with people who actually contribute to my bottom line."
Delia blinked, clearly caught off guard. She had expected me to grovel or at least offer her a glass of expensive sparkling water so we could pretend to be friends. She looked around my office, her eyes searching for a crack in my armor, a sign that I was jealous of her new life. "Are we cool, Katia? I mean, we're sisters. We’re family. We should be able to talk."
I let out a short, dry laugh that echoed off the high ceilings. "Pardon me if I don't have time for fake family love, Delia. It’s a bit late for that, don't you think? I don’t really want you or our parents anywhere near me or my son.
