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against it.
    My heart breaks for her. I imagine she trusted Quinn with her whole being. He was probably her hero, I don’t know. I’m an only child and don’t know what it’s like having an older sibling, but it seems logical to think he was her idol.
    I should go to her. I push the door, but in the end, let it close. I’m supposed to stay out of the Covington’s’ affairs. I really should just lock the door. Pretend I didn’t hear anything. But how? Every time I see her, the pain etched on her face right now will haunt me.
    I push the door open and step into the kitchen. Our eyes meet. I nod in greeting then glance around the kitchen to survey the mess. I rifle through cabinets until I find a small dustpan and broom.
    “I’ll do that. It’s my mess.” She puts her hand over mine to take the broom.
    “It’ll get done faster if I help.” I offer her a smile and the harsh lines around her eyes soften. “I’m Cassidy, your mom’s intern.”
    “Oh, right.” Her eyebrows hitch. “You poor thing.”
    I shrug. “Too soon to tell.”
    She laughs and lets go of the dustpan to fetch the trashcan. “I’m Kat.”
    “I figured that out.” I test the waters, wanting to not completely ignore what happened by pretending everything is all right. Because it isn’t. And I hated when people did that to me. Chocolate, soup, blankets, nothing materialistic will fix betrayal, only time. And more time.
    “I’d apologize for disturbing you, but I’m not sorry. It felt good to throw something at him.” She picks up the bigger chunks of china and I sweep the smaller pieces into a pile.
    “Kick boxing also helps.”
    She looks up. “He frustrates you, too?”
    “Oh, no, I-uh, don’t know him that well, I just meant, when I used to get aggravated about something that I had no power over, I’d take it out on another person. In a controlled environment of course.”
    “Your face turned red.” She grins.
    “ What?” I touch my cheeks.
    “He does frustrate you, doesn’t he?”
    “I’ve known him all of one day.” I fan my face with the hand broom, then stop when I realize it.
    “So?”
    I stare at her. How did this get turned around on me? “He’s a little bit . . . frustrating, yes.”
    “He’s a lot frustrating.” She hands me a plate from the sink. “Throw it, it’ll make you feel better.”
    The plate bobbles in my hand. I set it down quickly. “I’m good.”
    She sighs heavily and sinks against the counter. “I swear it’s like he came back to cut open a wound that finally healed.”
    “Maybe he feels the same way.” I dare a glance in her direction. “Probably opened his own scars, too.”
    She studies me, tapping her finger against her arm. “You think so?”
    I nod. “It’s possible.”
    “Good.”
    I laugh under my breath.
    “Let him suffer a little.”
    I’m glad she can laugh about it. Hopefully she’s just angry from the shock of his return. Five years is a long time to not see someone. I know if I returned home tomorrow, just opened the door and said, ‘hey, I’m home,’ my parents would shake me until I turned blue. They’d probably yell and throw a few dishes of their own. Would they forgive me? Who knows. I’m not interested in finding out.
    After I comb out my wet hair, and listen to Kat—who followed me into my room and hasn’t stopped talking since—gab on about places I should visit while I’m in town, we head to the patio.
    “Just remember, it’s summer, your car will overheat in seconds, so make sure you keep it hydrated,” she says as she pulls a chair back from the table.
    “Right.” What? Feed my car water? “And how do I do that?”
    “I’ll check everyone’s cars tomorrow.” Quinn pulls a chair out for me.
    “Mine’s fine. Wes keeps it running,” Kat quips. “Since you’re not around.”
    Ellie glares at her. “Thanks,
we’d
appreciate that.”
    Maybe I should’ve stayed in my room.
    Ellie tells Quinn about all the major events he’s