Suddenly, I missed Jenna so much that it was almost a physical ache. I wanted to hold her hand, and hear her say something that would make this whole situation funny instead of incredibly screwed up.
Archer would’ve been nice, too. He probably would’ve raised an eyebrow in that annoying/hot way he had, and made a dirty joke about Elodie possessing me.
Or Cal. He wouldn’t say anything, but just his presence would make me feel better. And Dad-
“Sophie,” Mom said, shaking me out of my reverie. “I don’t…I don’t even know how to start explaining all of this to you.” She looked at me, her eyes red. “I meant to, so many times, but everything was always so…complicated. Do you hate me?”
I took a deep breath. “Of course not. I mean, I’m not thrilled. And I totally reserve the right to angst over all this later. But honestly, Mom? Right now, I’m so happy to see you that I wouldn’t care if you’re secretly a ninja sent from the future to destroy kittens and rainbows.”
She chuckled, a choked and watery sound. “I missed you so much, Soph.”
We hugged, my face against her collarbone. “I want the whole story, though,” I said, my words muffled. “All of it on the table.”
She nodded. “Absolutely. After we talk to Aislinn.”
Pulling back, I grimaced. “So how exactly are you related to her? Are you guys like, cousins?”
“We’re sisters.”
I stared at her. “Wait. So you’re like, a Brannick Brannick? But you don’t even have red hair.”
Mom got off the bed, twisting her ponytail into a bun. “It’s called dye, Soph. Now, come on. Aislinn is already in a mood.”
“Yeah, picked up on that,” I muttered, shoving the covers off and standing up

Autore: Rachel Hawkins