really going to let your sister destroy us again?”
I looked at Helen.
Then back at Danny.
“No.”
My sister stared at me for several seconds.
“Then I hope you ask yourself why he came back now.”
Then she left.
Danny slept beside me that night.
I didn’t.
At two in the morning, I realized love had answered every question for me except the ones Danny kept avoiding.
Why didn’t he have Helen’s letters?
Why was he rushing the wedding?
Why had he started asking about my house?
Why now?
