I deserved it.
Wedeserved it.
Was I terrified? Of course. We had so much to overcome. But we would do it.
Together.
We had to.
There was no other option.
After my conversation with my father two days ago, it’d been cemented. Courage had weaved its way into my fiber, knitting me into a ferocity that I’d never felt before.
The smile I wore completely shifted when I saw it wasn’t Logan texting me from the office but rather my sister returning mine from yesterday.
One that’d simply said,Miss you, which I’d sent with an undercurrent of a message that she needed to get somewhere private so we could talk.
Taylor: Hi. Are you good?
Me: Yes, are you? Call?
Taylor: Can’t. Hidden in a closet at the end of the hall. All stealth like.
Affection sprang into my chest. No doubt, she was thrilled by the scandalous mission.
Taylor: How are you?
I hesitated, warring with what to say, wishing we were normal and we could sit cross-legged on my bed and gossip about boys.
One day.
So I settled on simplicity.
Me: Safe.
Taylor: And well-fucked, I hope?
She had no idea.
Me: Taylor.
I filled as much of a reprimand as I could into her name.
Taylor: Aster.
I could almost see her pouty face as she tossed it right back.
A giggle slipped free, so I gave her a little more.
Me: I’m happy. Really happy.
Her response came in quickly behind.
Taylor: Mmhmm…nothing like some of that good D to make a girl happy.
She capped it with a winky face.
Me: You are ridiculous.