My Sister Texted That 47 People Were Coming to My Beach House for Four Days and Told Me to Stock the Fridge

the outdoor rug, and Milo standing by the stairs clutching her backpack because Paige’s youngest had told her she would have to sleep on the floor since the real cousins got the beds first.

The real cousins.

I can still feel the exact temperature of my own blood when Milo repeated those words to me. Not crying. Not even angry. Just careful, as if she continue reading …