“What?” she snaps primly, nose tipped up as she stares down at her nails. I’ve known Winter since we were teenagers. When Summer was in the hospital, we spent some time together. Winter isn’t as bad as everyone has made her out to be. She’s been dealt a shit hand. One that money and education can’t undo. What Winter is missing is love. I stare at her, breathing more heavily than the distance I just covered warrants. “I just want to give you a hug,” I say. Her long lashes blink slowly, and she’s forced to look up at me because these sisters stopped growing at like twelve or something. “A hug?”
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