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They were sih that they had to be sisters, even if I thought Romy was the standout, that her sister's eyes were a little cold, lacking the liveliness I saw in Romy's

My hand reached out toward the passenger seat as a realization hit me

We'd all been looking all over town We'd been bribing desk clerks to give us inforht diners

But we hadn't fucking called her

"Christ," I hissed, hitting the dial button, waiting

Right to voicemail

Once

Twice

Three times

On a sigh, I ended the last call, bringing up a text instead She could avoid a call But she would see a text, she would think on it, which ive me an in if I sent a follow-up one eventually

If she wasn't playing us—playing me, in particular—then a couple of carefully-worded texts offering to hear her concerns out, to h to her

Then, hopefully, things could be ironed out

I wouldn't ad—but I wanted to be right, I wanted her to be on the up-and-up I wanted her back in the house No, not even the rental house My house I wanted her in my house I wanted her inI'd only known the woman a couple of days

I shot off the text

I went home