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“You snatched your phone up like your life depended on it. Are you ready to tell me what’s going on, Stephie?”
Letting what felt like hours go by after we finished eating, my sister had shown me patience and given me time to pull my thoughts together. Although I still don’t have it in me to discuss why I feel like Nick ripped my heart from my chest and stomped on it like grapes at an old wine factory. My sister deserves to know why I asked her here. I look into her eyes, seeing nothing but concern and unconditional love. The words won’t come out of my mouth. They are a lump in my throat, and I feel like I might choke on them. Fresh tears run down my face and neck.
Raising her brow, Ashlynne pushed up from the couch. “Something tells me we need alcohol for this conversation.”
Nodding in agreement, I watch as my sister crosses into the kitchen and cracks open the freezer, retrieving the bottle of vodka she placed in there on her arrival. Grabbing two shot glasses out of the cabinet, she returns to the couch. Before she sits down again, she gives me a great big hug and kisses the top of my head. “Whatever it is, we will get through it together,” she says.
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“That Bastard! I can’t believe he left you, especially in the middle of a fucking snowstorm right before Christmas,” she blurts. “I’m seriously going to kill him,” she says, as she pours another shot for herself.
Amused with her display of emotions, a smile tugged at my lips for the first time since he left. “He’s not worth the murder charge,” I chuckle, doing my best to make light of the situation.
Smirking, she shakes her head before knocking back the shot. “I’m seriously dumbfounded right now. Nick always seemed so…”
“Perfect,” I finished for her.
“Exactly,” she nods. “I always thought it was a little crazy just how perfect he came off. I always wondered if it was a show he put on in front of everyone to make himself look good,” she admits.
Hearing my sister talk this way, I too wondered if I just missed the signs.
“Well, fuck him,” she stomps her foot. “He’s lost the best damn thing he had in his life,” she says, rubbing my shoulder for comfort.
Pressing my lips together, I nod, then knock back the rest of my shot instead of giving her a response.
