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“I thought it was more our style to make the parental units worry,” Riley adds

“I figured it was my turn to rebel,” I say drolly

“None of this is funny” My s me

“I agree Hi, Mom” I inhale her floral scent and hold her closer than usual I’ll never take the sranted the way I used to

“Hi, sugarpluives ht”

“The stress got to me”

“It’s all over now, though, right?” Max asks as Imy father

“It should be I don’t kno rational criiven, there’s no taking it back, and he’s in prison I’ll beout of my apartment to a new location I’ me thin, so it’ll be sooner rather than later”

“I don’t know, room service, maids, and no work, sound pretty cushy to me,” Max says

“Until it isn’t,” I say with a roll of my eyes

“Now quit picking on your sister,” my father instructs

“Yeah” I stick out ue

“Always the baby brat,” Riley says

“You guys can’t stop picking onRiley I closethe familiar lavender scent and the heat of her body Riley always ran hot

She pulls away and gazes at me “You okay, little sister?”