So. You’re saying my sister’s dressed like a prostitute

But when the other end of the line picked up, it was his voicemail that answered, not the man himself. "I know how devastated you must be to miss me," his cheery voice said, "but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony as soon as possible.

Which is weird. But not the craziest thing I can think of Rose doing.ʺ I appreciated the support.

Dont worry, Roza, I'm not afraid. I'll take whatever heat they give me over being with you. It's worth it.

You fixed yourself. You didn’t need me.” “No, Sydney.” My voice was ragged. “I do need you. You have no idea how much I need you.

Love and loyalty runs deeper than blood.

Promises. I was drowning in promises.