Once she sat back down, Matthew left to fetch her a box of tissues. On his way back, he stopped at the kitchen and collected a bottle of scotch and a shot glass. He set the alcohol on the table and sat beside her. He poured himself a shot, but before he could even object, his sister downed it.
He poured another one and belted it down. "First thing first: yes, you coming here was Mom's idea, but I was totally on board. You're my sister, and I've missed you. I know I haven't given you that impression, but I'm super happy that you're here. Please, believe me."
Confused, his sister shrugged her shoulders. "Then what was the last two hours about?"
"I don't know why, but I've always found it hard to talk to you, like... it turns awkward real fast. So I guess maybe I was waiting for you to bre
