(Blair’s POV)
"That's not—"
"Isn't it? When was the last time you called me? When was the last time you asked how Lily was doing, or how the bakery was going, or if I needed anything?"
We both fall silent because we can't answer. Haven't called, haven't visited, haven't even texted since we decided to focus on Virginia.
"Scarlett, please…” My voice cracks, tears threatening to spill. “Please, we'll do anything. We just want to make amends."
She stares at me for a long moment, and I see the little girl she used to be. The one who would climb into my lap when she had nightmares, who would bring me dandelions and call them beautiful flowers, who would tell me she loved me a hundred times a day.
She lets us pour out our hearts, letting our apologies hang in the air like dust motes in the
