“It's okay, sweetie.” Mom smiles slightly and stands, placing a gentle hand on Gracie's shoulder. “He's not much of a morning person. Actually, that reminds me.” She turns to me again. “River called while you were sleeping. He is going to be in town this weekend.” My stomach drops. A dull pain starts to make its way through my skull. Gracie doesn't need to hear about my ever-so-perfect big brother. “Tell brother dearest, I said to get fucked,” I snap.
