Page 127 of Life To My Flight

6 months later

“What’s her dress look like?” I asked Molly.

Molly shrugged. Most of the wedding guests were seated and we were all talking as we waited for the wedding to start.

She was beginning to piss me off.

Torren had ignored her all day long, and she really didn’t like that.

Which, if I was being honest, was a good thing.

Torren had been crushing on my sister for a long time, as had my sister for Torren, and neither one of them had done a damn thing about it.

My sister had a lot of growing up to do at twenty, and Torren deserved better than Molly stringing him along.

However, it was none of my business, even if Rue liked to say otherwise.

“I’m betting she’s wearing black. You know…’cause it is the end of her life and all,” DP teased, punching me in the shoulder and knocking be sideways slightly.

I shot him a glare. “No, it’s the beginning,” I quipped back.

He winked. “Just keep telling yourself that.”

“She’s wearing a dress. A dress is a dress is a dress,” Molly said stiffly.

Molly’s words were heated, and I looked over at her to see her looking at Torren.

Who had his eyes on another woman for once.

A shy-eyed blonde with wavy hair down to her waist. She was wearing a slinky black dress that was really quite modest.

Tru?

I think that was what Rue had introduced her as.

She was a COTA, or a certified occupational therapist assistant.

The two of them had met at the hospital while Torren had gone through occupational therapy.

Tru worked in the therapy department of Christus Health.

Their paths had crossed from time to time, and they’d become friends.

I’d met her only a few times, but what I knew of her, I liked.

Even the part that captured Torren’s attention.

I loved my baby sister and all, but I cared for Torren, too.

They weren’t good for each other, and it was nice to see Torren moving on instead of staying in the same rut he’d been in for the last couple of years.

The music changed from the normal wedding shit to the bridal march, drawing my gaze from Torren, and placing it on Audrey as she walked down the steps of my back porch.

She looked great.

She’d been doing great, too.

After Tunnel had died, Audrey had withdrawn into herself for a few weeks, and it’d only been because of Cord, of all people, that she’d come out.

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