Page 33 of Keepsake

“A meeting?” I asked, trying to ignore how hot my skin felt with her eyes on me.

“Yeah, like a family meeting. We need to talk about the school thing.”

“Just put them in the school.” I sighed, going over to the duffle bag on my bed, since I never bothered to unpack.

“I don’t want to put them there if they hate it.” She forgot for a second I wasn’t dressed and faced me, just to turn tomato red again and look away.

“Vienna loves the place. You saw it,” I pointed out, taking my time on selecting a T-shirt. “And Dash… he’s a teenage boy. He’ll hate everything.”

I heard her huff, and then a click. For a second there, I thought she was done with me and had let herself out. But when I raised my head, she walked in and closed the door behind her.

Without saying a word, I just arched my eyebrow and waited. The T-shirt I grabbed from my bag was still clutched in my hands.

“He said something to me in the car.”

“The reason you were so angry when we arrived at the school.”

Logan scowled and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I was angry at you that time.”

I tsked, moving my eyes back to the duffle.

“You can use the drawers, you know?”

I sighed. “Tell me what Dash said.”

“He said he wants to be the kids’ legal guardian.”

That caught my attention. I threw the T-shirt on the bed and turned to Logan. “What?”

“Yeah.” She chewed on her lower lip, stepping closer to me.

I couldn’t stop myself from noticing she was padding with no shoes. Still in the clothes she was wearing this afternoon, but no boots. Logan’s little pink toes wiggled on the cream carpet as she talked again. “He says he’s waiting until he turns eighteen.”

Darting my gaze from her feet to her face, I concentrated on her frown of worry. “That’s a ridiculous plan.”

“Of course it is, but that’s what he wants to do. He wants me out of the way.”

“And it’s easier to push you around than my mom.” I chuckled.

“I’m glad that this is funny to you, because—”

“You’re stressing too much.” I cut her off. “He’s a fifteen-year-old. How is he going to provide for them? How’s he going to fight for custody? That’s a fairytale.”

Logan blew out a breath, shaking her head and bringing her hands up to her temple. “I know. But he wants me out of the way. He doesn’t want me to have my time with the kids. He doesn’t want this to work out. And I bet it means he’s not going to college, too.”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Godwick was doing a good job of dangling that Harvard keychain in front of his face. Do you think he could get in?”

She lifted a shoulder. “He is bright. And he has good grades. It all depends how he’s going to behave for the next couple of years.”

“Trying to become a legal guardian to his siblings isn’t the way. That’s what you mean.”

“I don’t care if he goes to Harvard.” She moved away. “I care if he goes somewhere. Sofia always wanted to go to college. It was her dream.”

That horrible feeling stepped in again. Just the mention of my sister was enough to break my heart into a million pieces. I never thought about her going to college, but why wouldn’t she dream about it?

She was a smart girl. Of course, she had a bright future in front of her. But then she got pregnant and… things changed. Logan was the one who left for college. Sofia stayed.

“Things change,” I said, clearing my throat. “He says that now because he’s not thinking—”

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