My mind goes off on that tangent for a minute and then the door opens again and in walks a girl who has to be my sister. Holy shit. Poe is not a kid. She’s a teenager, younger than me but not by that much. She’s… gorgeous. She looks like me but without any of the demons—the dark stain nowhere to be seen. I could fucking cry all over again, and it just confirms once again that I’m with Nate. I’ll fucking gut anyone who tries to take that sunshine away from her.
