Her mouth opens slightly, like she wants to argue, but she just shakes her head. “I never said that.”
“I know.”
She studies me, then gives a small nod. “Alright. Tell me.”
So I do.
I go back to that night. To that terrible night I don’t often let myself think about.
“There was a camping event,” I begin. “It was college. Adrian, Shantelle, and I were there. And, of course, we met my sister, Cassie, there too.”
Claire tilts her head. “Cassie? I thought she was younger than you.”
“She was.” I let out a sigh. “But she was Cassie. Dad thought she was a saint. The perfect daughter. The kind who followed the rules and never stepped out of line. But she loved life, and she would always find a way to crash a party, even if she wasn't invited. It's something most people found irresistible abo
