Eric's POV:
Two years ago, Molly slammed the car door shut in disbelief, sulking as she slid into the backseat. "Eric, so now your little sister is more important than me, huh?"
Her tone carried a mix of sarcasm and a hint of hurt—I could hear it clearly.
I sighed, turning toward her, and pulled her in for a long kiss. "Molly, don't be upset. Cheryl's not feeling well today. She gets carsick."
Molly let out a cold laugh. "You're always making excuses for her."
From the passenger seat, Cheryl glanced at me with a frosty expression, as though she were watching some cheap drama play out in front of her. She turned away without a word and clicked her seatbelt into place.
Last time in the stables, Cheryl and I had a long conversation, and we finally found a way to coexist under the same r
