But only she holds the missing pieces and something tells me she’s not giving them up.
“I asked you to leave.” When her voice cracks, I step out into the hallway, about to throw him out—I’m clearly not thinking about the consequences.
But Rose is.
Her gaze meets mine and she shakes her head slightly. There’s no fear in her eyes. Just a look that tells me it wouldn’t do any good.
I’ve heard versions of these arguments in the background over the years. I’ve always been on Wesley’s side, commending him for being so responsible and protective of his sister.
But seeing it from the other side now, it feels different. Like he’s not taking the time to listen to her. To try to understand.
Wes is still on the couch facing the other way.
In response to her pleading gaze, I tighten my jaw, letting her know I’m not holding off much longer.
Then I retreat, letting her handle her brother her own way.
“How’d you get home?”
No answer.
“Well?”
“I .?.?. couldn’t find my keys. Jeff had a spare, so I called him.”
There’s silence for a long moment, my stomach twisting at that half-story she told him.
“Fine,” he finally says, and I hear movement. “Don’t tell me. At least you’re back safe. Until the next stupid thing you do.”
Heat flares in my chest.
Isthatwhyshecalledherselfstupidtheotherday?Becauseofhim?
I hear the door opening and there’s a pause in movement. Then a deep sigh. “Wilder treatin’ you all right?”
“Just fine, thanks.” Her response is flat. She’s hurt.
“I’m off tomorrow. Maybe I can take you around town?”
“No, thanks. I’m busy making stupid life choices, so I don’t see myself making time for my brother anytime soon.”
“Rose.”
I hear the door close without another word, and I’m torn between following him outside for a heart to heart .?.?. or just being here forher.
I don’t get the choice because as I’m stepping out of the dark hallway, Rose slams herself into me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
I stroke the back of her head. “Nowthatwas definitely on purpose.”
She chuckles into my chest.
“You all right?” I rasp against her hair.
I don’t bother asking if it’s always like this. I know it is. Wesley is exceptionally protective of his sister. One of the qualities I’d always admired about him.
From the living-room window, I watch him drive away, feeling like a traitor. He’s always had my back when it comes to family matters. Stood by my side, even when he knew I was wrong.
Isthiswrong?
