“Actually, I’m feeling much better.”
“Right. I guess that’s why you can’t even look me in the eye.” Jasmine glanced at the couch. “You’re bag is already packed, I know you wanna go. Grab it and get in the car.”
Anger rose up in Kiana. “You can’t tell me what to do, Jaz. It’s really none of your business.” She threw her sister a heated look. “Why are you so concerned about me all of a sudden?”
Taken aback, Jasmine regarded her with confusion. “What do you mean all of the sudden? You’re my baby sister. I’m always concerned about your wellbeing!”
Kiana grunted, “The past has proven otherwise.”
Jasmine paused, with hurt clouding her features. “Kiana...”
“You know what? Fine. I’ll go.” She grabbed her bag and headed to the door. “I will get into your damn car and I will go to the clinic.” She stopped at the doorway and looked back at Jasmine. “Well, let’s go.”
Jasmine sighed heavily, “What the hell was that for?” She asked, walking to the door.
Folding her arms, Kiana gave her an annoyed look, “You’re really asking me that?”
“Are we ever going to talk about it?”
“I really don’t think there’s anything to talk about.”
Jasmine opened her mouth to protest, but seeing the determination set in her sister’s face, she closed her mouth and walked off.
Kiana stared at her retreating for a few seconds, then let out a breath. She wasn’t up for discussing their past, not when she had Dr. Kane to worry about. So in order to avoid talking about it, she chose what was, in her opinion, the lesser of two evils. She would much rather face Stavros than dredge up her miserable past.
Sliding into the passenger seat of Jasmine’s car, she glanced at her. “I could have driven myself, but thanks,” she grumbled.
Jasmine shook her head, “I’m getting fed up with your attitude toward me, baby sis.”
Kiana rolled her eyes, but remained silent. She had every right to give her sister attitude after Jasmine left her when she was younger. “Sorry,” she grumbled at last, hoping her half-assed apology would make her drop the subject entirely. When Jasmine had offered her a ride to the clinic, she should have refused, and all of this would have been avoided.
They fell into silence, which made the drive awkward for them both. Kiana squirmed in her seat and prayed for them to reach their destination soon. Jasmine stole glances at her sister every now and then and let out distressed sighs, which Kiana pretended not to hear. “We’re here,” Jasmine finally announced.
Thank God . Kiana didn’t think she could endure another minute in the confined space with Jasmine throwing her pitiful looks of regret. “Great, thanks. So I’ll see you later,” she said, jumping out of the car.
“Wait, I’m coming up with you.”
She stuck her head back in the car. “There’s really no need for that.”
Jasmine sucked her teeth and slid out of the car, disregarding Kiana’s words. She followed behind her through the glass double doors.
Kiana looked over her shoulder with a deep scowl but made no comment. Let her come along, no big deal . They reached Dr. Kane’s office. The receptionist, Marie, smiled warmly. “Ms. Taylor, hello.”
“Hi. You remember my name?”
“Of course I do. I’m very good with names and faces. How are you?”
Nervous as fuck . “I’m alright, thank you.” Kiana’s eyes flitted around the room anxiously, looking for any sign of Stavros. She let out a breath, realizing that he wasn’t there. Marie’s eyes landed on Jasmine. “Uh, this is my sister, Jasmine.”
Marie smiled, “I can see the resemblance.” She picked up a clipboard and stepped from behind the desk. Handing the clipboard to Kiana, she said, “You are required to sign a few more documents before you go up to the clinic.”
“Sure.” Kiana accepted the clipboard and took a seat. She shook her head, musing at the amounts of documents she had signed
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