When we finally pulled up outside the familiar house, I bolted up the driveway and into the house without giving my sister a backwards glance. I couldn’t have if I’d wanted to. Because I was about to burst. Moving on instinct, I barreled up the staircase, not stopping until I reached his bedroom door. “Jesus Christ, Liz!” Hugh exclaimed when I practically blew his bedroom door off its hinges in my rush to get to him. “What’s wrong?” His tone was panicked. “What happened?” I didn’t answer him. Because I couldn’t. Instead, I walked straight to him, not stopping until I had clambered over the
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