Page 12 of The Right Kind of Wrong

A flash of emotions passed through Nathan's face. Everything was there but he settled for one thing only—acceptance.

“No. We haven't been okay in a while.”

“I'm sorry,” I said honestly. At some point, they'd cared about each other. I liked to think they had loved each other too, otherwise, they wouldn't have married. “I wish Han would talk to me about it,” I admitted.

“It's a burden you don't need to carry.” Nathan glanced over toward Hannah's room, but there wasn't a single ounce of longing there.

“Will you be okay?”

A slow smile crept across his face, showing off his perfect teeth. “Look at you, always so worried about others.” I rolled my eyes, watching him take a step back with his hands in his pockets. “I'll be fine. If not, I'll just take your example and resort to eating all the cookies I can find.”

My eyes widened in anger. How dare he mock my cookie craving while I was on my period? Nathan chuckled softly walking towards his bedroom. “Good night, Evie.”

“Watch out, Maxwell.” He grinned at the use of his last name.

I closed the door to my bedroom and jumped on the bed, bouncing slightly. With the blanket I'd been carrying around still with me, I pulled the sheets over me, needing the extra coziness. I decided I would make an attempt to form some sort of relationship with my sister. She was my family after all. That wouldn't change just because we didn't agree on our outlook on life.

The next day, however, was the day I realized that though maybe I'd never truly have a relationship with my sister, the connection between Nathan I had only gotten stronger.

I wasn't sure whether to fear it or embrace it.

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