I walked over, pulled out the chair across from her, and sat down.
The rain stopped the next morning. Jenna was at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, wearing my hoodie, sketching something in her notebook. Step Sis Came to Live With Step Brother to Get ...
Our parents had married when we were fifteen—two angry, lonely teenagers forced into the same hallway, same bathroom, same life. We’d spent those two years as reluctant allies, then bitter rivals, then something in between that neither of us had a name for. Then college happened. Then distance. Then silence. I walked over, pulled out the chair across
She turned it around. A small house. Two stick figures on a porch. Above them, a sun with a crooked smile. Our parents had married when we were fifteen—two
“You put a frog in my backpack.”
“You can stay as long as you need,” I said. “But you have to promise me one thing.”