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Her brow rises with amused interest. “Did she leave?”
I sit back, feeling a rush of anger but I keep it behind clenched teeth.
“Well, it’s about time,” she says. “I told you from day one. It wasn’t if. It was when. I mean, jeez, you’d think she’d—”
“Get out,” I say.
“Exactly. She shouldn’t have come back at all.”
“No, I’m talking to you.” Her face falls. “Get out.”
Sara takes a step back. “Excuse me?”
I stand up again. “Leave and don’t come back for a while. Don’t even call me. I don’t want to speak to you right now.”
She grows tense. “What’s this about? Did she say something to you?”
“About what?” I wait for her to answer but she just stares. “Go on, Sara. What could Jovie Ross possibly say to me that would make me want to kick you out of my life?”
Her face flinches with fear. “Okay, Will, whatever it is she told you, you have to remember that Jovie is a liar—”
“That’s enough.” I walk toward the door and she follows.
“She’s manipulating you, Will.”
“And what would you call what you did?” I ask. “Deception? Betrayal? Treason?”
“Protection. You’re my little brother. I did what I knew was best for you. If Jovie cared about you at all, don’t you think she would have stayed? Wouldn’t she have fought to keep you two together?”
“So, it was all a test? Just a thousand-dollar gambit?”
“Yes. And she failed,” she says, her voice rising. “Jovie made her choice. She took that money and ran off because that was more important to her than you.”
I stare at her. My sister. The stranger in my living room.
“You paid her to get rid of my baby,” I say. “How do you justify that?”
“If I hadn’t, she would have used it to trap you and you wouldn’t be where you are right now.”
“No, she wouldn’t have, because she lost it…” My voice cracks and her mouth closes. “And because I listened to you and bought every word of your bullshit against her, I wasn’t there. She left because I wasn’t there for her when she needed me the most... and I’m not sure I can forgive you for that.”
Sara’s eyes slip down as I yank the door open wide enough to let her through.
“Now, get out,”I repeat.
She gives me one last silent glance before walking out onto the porch. I feel her turn around to say something but I slam it closed before she can get a word in. She won’t get the last word on this one. She doesn’t deserve it.
I return to my place on the couch.
She’ll come back.
