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self, and Dallas knew that even her regrets and what happened

in the past weren’t a good enough reason not to go.

It was ten years ago. Maybe she could just get in and

get out. Maybe. She hoped. Because it also was pretty clear

that by having the lawyer call her after the funeral and

everything, that no one wanted to see her.

Chapter 2

Quinn

“She’ll call. Just wait for it.” Danica ran the straightener

through her already sleek, shiny hair yet again and grumbled

when a crimped line appeared at the top of the strand. “God.

This thing. I’m going to have to get a new one.”

Quinn bit down on her bottom lip. It was trembling, and

her eyes were doing what they’d been doing constantly over

the past three weeks. Tearing up. She also was trying to bite

back anything that wasn’t nice. She loved her sister. She and

Danica had never done the regular sister thing and fought all

the time. They were two years apart. Danica was older. She

was a great big sister. Quinn just didn’t understand how

Danica could move on like she had.

“You don’t- uh- you just- you look so happy.” She winced

as soon as she said it. She was sitting on the edge of Danica’s

bed, watching her do her hair. She’d been watching for the

past half hour.

Danica was going on a date shortly. She set the

straightener down on top her dresser and turned, surprised.

“Why not be happy? That’s what Grampy would have wanted.

He told us when he found out that he was sick that he didn’t

want us moping around. He was eighty-nine when he died and

he said to us that was a good long life and we shouldn’t be sad.