was hardly the poster child for a healthful lifestyleâto work overtime caring for him. Charlotte had offered to pay for a full-time nurse, someone to whom cleaning bedpans was as commonplace as scratching her head, but her mother had obstinately declined, declaring that it was their house and she didnât need some âmeddlesome intruderâ with her nose in their business.
âOkay?â Elizabeth wasnât going to make it easy. She never did.
âSo can you do it?â
âBy myself?â Elizabeth scoffed.
âYes, by yourself.â Charlotte added, âIâll pay for your plane ticket.â
âOh, wow, thanks!â
âFine, pay your own way.â
âI would, but Iâm not going.â They both knew she wouldnât, even if she was amenable to making the trip. Was it really so much to ask of a grown woman to hop on a prepaid flight from New York to Fort Lauderdale to take care of her sick father? How many times had Charlotte done thevery same thing? The fact was, it was expected of Charlotte, not of Elizabeth. Nothing was expected of Elizabeth.
âLizzy, Gia starts school tomorrow. I have a million things going on, and for once, I canât handle everything.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â The waitress arrived with their lunch, and Elizabeth immediately drenched her pancakes in syrup. Like aunt, like niece. In turn, Charlotte sprinkled vinegar on her rabbit food.
âIt means Iâm always the one to go. Iâm sorry, but itâs true.â
âYouâre sorry?â
âYou know what Iâm saying, Lizzy.â She took a bite of her salad. âDo you have something specific going on that hinders you from going? Iâm sure Mom and Dad will happily accommodate your schedule.â The whole notion that Elizabeth even had a schedule was preposterous. Her hours working as a salesgirl at the Posh Teen in town were sporadic at best and seemed to correspond directly to how empty her pockets were. Aside from that, there were scattered therapy sessions, whichâas evidenced by that weekâs appointmentâcould easily be postponed.
âDo you?â Elizabeth countered.
âI just told you that Giaâs starting school and I have other stuff to deal with.â
âWhat stuff?â
âWho cares?â
âI do.â
âFine. Guess what? Iâll go. As usual. Iâll do it all.â Charlotte threw her hands up in the air. âIâve lost my appetite.â She stood to leave. âYou know, you should really be a betterdaughter to Mom and Dad. Theyâve supported you through everything.
Unconditionally.
â
âWhatever you say,
perfect child
.â It was what Elizabeth had called her for the better part of their high school career.
âAs if you listen to a thing I say.â Charlotte swung her purse onto her shoulder and folded her jacket into the crook of her arm. âIâll talk to you later.â She stalked off.
âUm, big sis.â Charlotte swiveled back around to find Elizabethâs smug expression. âYou forgot to pay the check.â
Chapter 4
âA re you excited for your first day?â Allison thrummed her long, delicate fingers on the steering wheel to the fitful pulse of her heartbeat.
âMom, youâve asked me that, like, a million times.â Logan grinned broadly, revealing a mouthful of metal. Not a flattering look, but to her he was still the most handsome little boy in the world, even with braces. And even if he wasnât that little anymore. âIâm really excited.â He patted her on the shoulder reassuringly.
âGood, me too.â Allison smiled and stroked the top of his head, ignoring the involuntary tautening of every muscle in her body as their car fell in line with the others bordering the busy street for school drop-off. She couldnât help but feel that, in some ways, it was her first
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