“When are the girls landing in Paris?” I ask him, taking a sip. Lo was on the phone with Lily for a while, but he didn’t tell me their conversation. I know Connor talked to Rose for an hour. “They’re not,” Connor says tersely. I frown, thinking I’ve heard him wrong. “What?” “They are not coming to Paris,” he emphasizes each word. “Their sister is in the hospital,” I say. “I don’t fucking understand. If this was Lily, Rose would be here in a fucking heartbeat.”
EXACTLY.
