“You’re stalling,” I say.
She turned to face me, her expression soft but fierce. “No. What’s dangerous is pretending I don’t love you.” Life With a Flirty Step-Sister -Final-
The summer after graduation felt like one long, slow exhale. “You’re stalling,” I say
Emma hops off the suitcase, picks up my duffel, and hands it to me. “Last chance to back out,” she says. picks up my duffel
The conversation that followed was three hours long. There were tears. There was a moment my stepdad walked outside and just stood in the yard for twenty minutes. My mom kept saying, “We should have seen this coming.”