Chapter 27I’d never had to give my sister excuses about why I couldn’t come home. She thought she knew: Poppa had ordered me out of the house. Now that I was no longer in the business, I could write to her and ask if she and Ma would maybe like to meet me and Wills in St. Petersburg, but before I could…
“Is this the residence of…of Teodore Bascopolis?” The voice on the phone was female and very formal.
“Yes,” I said cautiously. I hadn’t heard that name in twelve years. “This is Theo. May I ask who is calling?”
“Teo? It is I, your sister Acacia.”
“Casey?”
“Yes!”
“Casey!” Oh, my God! My baby sister! “It’s so good to hear from you.” My eyes started to burn with unshed tears. It had been so long since I’d spoken to anyone in my family. “How are you?”
“I’m fine.”
“Is everyone all right
