I don’t have a sister. Tessa stared at the text that had come in five minutes ago. Or had it been ten? Twenty?
I don’t have a sister.She didn’t know. The world had shifted with just a handful of words. For her, it had been doing a lot lately.
Your mother died.
Your mother died.Only three words, and everything she’d ever known had been dumped out, stomped on, and crushed to pieces.
I want a divorce.
I want a divorce.Also life-changing, especially when she hadn’t known her husband was so unhappy with their suburban life in Pennsylvania. Tessa hadn’t been.
My father is Ryan Harper.
My father is Ryan Harper.Those words had ripped her sister from her, and Tessa had honestly not realized it until very recently. Tears gathered in her eyes, making the text she’d gotten from Riggs’s emergenc
