Flawless (Chestnut Springs, #1)

by Elsie Silver

We don’t look at each other as we walk, but he touches my shoulder gently and gestures me across his body. He moves me to the opposite side of him before taking up position by the road.

I give them that weird closed-mouth smile I often give to strangers instead of just saying hi. I know it looks pained, forced—a little serial-killer-y—but I keep doing it anyway.

she’s still my big sister. And I’ll never stop wishing for more with her.