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

were handing me something sharp and hoping I wouldn’t cut myself.

I told Ethan after that weekend that things were changing.

He leaned against the counter, arms folded. “Then change them.”

“It’ll turn into a war.”

“Bella,” he said gently, “it’s already been a war. You’ve just been the only one pretending it wasn’t.”

So when Paige sent that text, something continue reading …