self, and Dallas knew that even her regrets and what happened
in the past weren’t a good enough reason not to go.
It was ten years ago. Maybe she could just get in and
get out. Maybe. She hoped. Because it also was pretty clear
that by having the lawyer call her after the funeral and
everything, that no one wanted to see her.
Chapter 2
Quinn
“She’ll call. Just wait for it.” Danica ran the straightener
through her already sleek, shiny hair yet again and grumbled
when a crimped line appeared at the top of the strand. “God.
This thing. I’m going to have to get a new one.”
Quinn bit down on her bottom lip. It was trembling, and
her eyes were doing what they’d been doing constantly over
the past three weeks. Tearing up. She also was trying to bite
back anything that wasn’t nice. She loved her sister. She and
Danica had never done the regular sister thing and fought all
the time. They were two years apart. Danica was older. She
was a great big sister. Quinn just didn’t understand how
Danica could move on like she had.
“You don’t- uh- you just- you look so happy.” She winced
as soon as she said it. She was sitting on the edge of Danica’s
bed, watching her do her hair. She’d been watching for the
past half hour.
Danica was going on a date shortly. She set the
straightener down on top her dresser and turned, surprised.
“Why not be happy? That’s what Grampy would have wanted.
He told us when he found out that he was sick that he didn’t
want us moping around. He was eighty-nine when he died and
he said to us that was a good long life and we shouldn’t be sad.