Chapter Fourteen
Brina
I’d spent the past two days trying to get a hold of my brother. He had to have known about the prison transfer before it even aired on the news. Why hadn’t he called to tell me? The whole thing pissed me off. Keith Sanders deserved to die after what he did. A lot of people didn’t agree with the death penalty, but I believed in a firmer punishment than living it up in prison on the taxpayers’ dime.
Wade put his arm around my shoulders, drawing me out of my inner turmoil. I could hear the clicking sound of people taking pics on their phones. “We’re about to board. You okay?”
I hadn’t said a word about Sanders. When he picked me up this morning, I pretended everything was okay. I didn’t want to think about the past. All I wanted was to focus on the fashion show—the
