lightly. “Hello, Tiffany.”
She kissed the air near my cheek. Not my cheek. Near it.
“Everyone, this is Mara. My little sister. The mysterious one.”
Laughter moved through the room.
My mother swept toward me from the kitchen, smiling for the room while her eyes assessed me and found everything wanting. “Mara. Five years. Half the time we barely knew where continue reading …
