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"She's my sister, Heather. You act like I shouldn't worry about her."
A frustrated sigh. "That's not my issue. I'm just saying, you're forgetting how we were at that age. We ran wild. The shit we did, fuck. You want your sister to act like some normal kid, and there's no way she can. Not with all that's happened to her. You need to be realistic."
"Thanks," he clipped out.
"Your mom died when she was in seventh grade, and your dad went to prison. Max died a few years ago. Give her time."
"It's been two years."
"She lost her parents, her half-brother, and she had to move out of the house she grew up in."
"Fucking bank. I offered to pay the rest of that mortgage. Asshole had a stick up his ass."
"Channing." Her voice was soft and soothing. "You can't blame yourself."
