“If you’re happy, then I’m happy.” “Really? You’re not just saying that?” “Where’s all this coming from?” he asks. “If I’ve ever given you the impression that I wasn’t proud of you, then I’m so sorry, Ev. I worry about you, but you’re my baby sister. I’m always going to worry about you.” “You have your own family to worry about now. I’m okay. I’m all grown-up.” One side of his mouth quirks up. “I guess sometimes I forget you aren’t seventeen anymore. You’ve turned out to be a pretty badass woman.” My cheeks warm with the compliment. “Thanks to you.”
