Whitney kept looking out the kitchen window into the dark backyard.
“What’s up?” I was wiping down the counters.
“Just worried.” She offered me a smile. She was a classically handsome woman, although not with the unique features of her actor sister.
I held open my arms. To my surprise, Whitney stepped into them. I held her close. “It’ll be okay.”
“You don’t know that.”
know“Okay, maybe.” She was twenty-three and likely knew how the world worked. “But your sister has the best doctors. Within an hour or so, you’re going to be an aunt again.”
She groaned. “Oh, my God, don’t remind me.” She shuddered. “I’m with Gracie, I’m never having kids.”
I pulled back and squeezed her arm. “You say that now.”
She stroked my face. “How are you doing these days? We didn’t really get to talk. I think
