Her fingers traced a tattoo on my side with featherlight touches.
“Of him?”
“Of everything, I guess. He was the love of her life. Anyone who saw them together could instantly see it. They were perfect for each other.” She shrugged a shoulder. “I think she just wanted to start over where none of it had happened.”
“But what about you?”
“I didn’t want to go.”
So she stayed. Alone. The thought made something sharp twist low in my chest.
“You have a sister, though, don’t you?”
Addy groaned immediately. “Oh my God! How do you know that?”
“You mentioned her once.”
Lie. I just had a file containing extensive information about her.
“That feels illegal.”
“I listen when you speak.”
She studied my face, unsure whether to be impressed or mildly alarmed.
“My sister and I are complete opposites in every imaginable way,” she said finally.
“How?”
“She’s … terrifyingly competent.”
I pursed my lips. “Doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Trust me, it is when you’re related to her.” Addy rolled slightly onto her side so she could look at me properly now, propping herself up on her elbow. “Savannah has had a five-year life plan since she was twelve.”
“Ambitious.”
“She color-codes spreadsheets for fun.” Addy rolled her eyes. “And … well, she thinks chaos is a personality flaw.”
I glanced down at her, my brows furrowing. “You’re very chaotic.”
She lowered her gaze. “Uh, thank you.”
Oh shit.I had not meant for it to come out of this way.
“It was just an observation.” I hurriedly tried to amend my error.
She smiled softly. “It’s fine. It was never an observation when she said it.” Flopping back down onto my chest, she let out a small sigh. “We used to fight all the time. She thinks I have no direction in life.”
I was now openly frowning, indignation rising inside me like a cork on a champagne bottle about to pop. “You have direction.”
“Oh really?” she asked dryly.
“Yes,” I emphasized.
“And what direction is that?”
“Whichever direction leads to me.”