I sipped at my wine while I fiddled with my phone, heart a little heavy, then I breathed out a short breath when a text buzzed through. I fought the flutter in my chest when I saw who it was. I’m moving on. I’m moving on. I’m moving on. I had to remind myself of it when he got to acting all concerned, which was really often. But he’d always been concerned, ever since I was a little girl. I needed to remember that was because he would forever look at me like a sister.
